Tag Vanaheim
Bright eyed and bushy bearded, Saturday arrived with no ill effects. I mooched about the stalls again and made one minor error that came back to bit me in the bum later. I didn’t have breakfast. ElvenDale began to day,… Continue Reading →
Day 2 Bugger. I mess up timings and so me and the rest of the Last Of The Summer Wine cast can’t stop for decent food at the one nice cafe we found. Although bizarrely someone bought a painting on… Continue Reading →