The start of the month found us revisiting old haunts around Crickhowell - that most English of towns in Wales on the northern edge of the Brecon Beacons. And so quiet. Lunch amongst the ruins at Llanthony with only 5 others in the pub!
We followed this with a trip over the Gospel Pass to the Bookshop Centre of the world - Hay on Wye. Forty years ago, Hay felt like a fierce little border town. Now it's upmarket coffee, clothes and of course - books. We relieved them of a few - but why are English booksellers so grumpy? No smiling welcome or even interest. It surely can't be that miserable an existence. Reassuringly the friendliest face was to be found in the pottery. Fantastic food - rounded off with a return to The Walnut Tree at Llandewi Skirrid, good weather and loads of calm and relaxation. All very seductive.
Slightly closer to home, our annual pilgrimage to Southwold was met with rain and a very unappealing sea more in keeping with winter than July.
Monday found us wandering round Holt with friends. It's not that long since I visited and its only 20 miles away but it seemed like quite a few things had changed or were in the process of so doing. It seems odd to find shops closed for 'refurbishment' in the middle of the summer holidays, but then again maybe that is the time to do it. I just hope they're finished by when the sun returns!