Martin's Mag.

We camped on Llangorse Lake a couple of years ago. Apart from the lake itself, with bird hides and footpaths, there was a common with wild horses all amid the magnificent Brecon Beacons. In fact, this time when we got there, the horses had gone and the common had turned into a carpark, and we were only adding to the overcrowding problem. We had a short stroll, some lunch, and then went to Talgarth, a nice little town which I imagined I’d visited forty years ago, but actually recognised nothing.

We regularly visited Topsham on the River Exe when we lived, briefly, in Devon. It was always popular with tourists, deservedly as it’s a pretty town, but it does get crowded in Summer. Even more so now that so many people are “staycationing”. We walked around the town and down the river to Exton.

About an eight-mile walk around this reservoir, not far from Usk, which, surprisingly, we don’t think we have visited before.

The favourite part of one of Lucy’s regular walks is a stretch of beach, which occasionally is covered at high tide.

With the forecast of strong overnight winds, we thought we should pick as many pears (and more plums) as possible before they were blown down. This lot was from one tree. Actually three varieties grafted onto one plant. Frankenstein foods…?

The old VW Golf-Plus (14 years old, one not-particularly-careful owner) was having its annual MOT so we took the campervan to the Cotswolds, where we parked, and walked for a few miles, just above Birdlip.

Cycling back from the Nova Scotia pub, I noticed this impressive sky.