We are in High Wycombe at the beginning of a fortnight’s holiday which will mainly be in London and the Cotswolds. The London days will be with Jamie, Kerry and Davie, and in the evenings Ally & Cat too. Unfortunately it’s still Chanel’s school term so she can’t join us mid-week but she will be able to come to Jennifer’s family party tomorrow. The Cotswolds part will include the Royal International Air Tattoo (RIAT), delayed since 2020 because of you-know-what.
And guess what? We have arrived at the beginning of a heatwave, not the best weather for me! When we stopped at a couple of service stations on our way south yesterday, I was reminded of many service stations past, always with a frisson of holiday excitement even though they tend to be shabby and dated. As we parked at Killington Lake a lorry just in front of us had a tyre explode with a bang like an explosion. The tyre just disintegrated to nothing, I have never seen that before.
Yesterday evening we went for a stroll around High Wycombe, which has an old sign at the market place; “London 29 miles” which rather reminded me of Dick Whittington. It’s a pleasant town, maybe a wee bit down-at-heel in places but historic and cared for in the centre. We found a big grassy open park which I think has probably been the town’s common for centuries, with the River Wye running alongside it.
We returned there this morning to visit the Lido, a large open air swimming pool. And that’s where we are now, reclining on beach towels on the grass near the pool. We have both been swimming, and James is now reading his newspaper while I blog.
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