My feet barely touched the ground last week ( andI certainly spent a lot of time on the road, some of it more literally than is healthy). I’ve been to Bangor, Newark and Worcester.
By breakfast on Wednesday, I’d seen the good, the bad, and overheard the downright ugly.
But for the sake of this blog we’ll stick with the good, the good was going to see Tom, at Bangor Uni, we stayed overnight leaving Joe and Spud the dog home alone, they seemed to have enjoyed the independence.
Mr Uphilldowndale and I took a morning turn along Bangor Pier after our cooked breakfast*.
Mr Uphilldowndale commented that it looked a little run down,
I said I thought all piers had looked like that since the 1960’s (but not being a northern working class lad, he didn’t ‘do piers’ in the 1960’s).
My friend Mrs Ogg said she thinks it looks lacking in ‘pierphernalia’
*After a bracing stroll (gloves would have been handy) we went for a second breakfast, with Tom, at the very tasty Blue Sky Cafe in Bangor