Sorting out the world
The nice thing about going into town, about 14 miles from here, is that I'm likely to meet someone I know. This week met loads of peoples when I visited earlier in the week. Stopped for a mocha in An Lanntair with William, Colin and Barbara, the former two were soon putting the world to right - and enjoying themselves in the process too.
Meanwhile, I was out strolling today - just in time to get caught in a[nother] torrential downpour of hailstones. The concrete bus shelter was to hand and afforded a little respite until it eased off and I resumed my walk. I took myself off to the moor to look for for Meades cars. [and ] I found two.