We’re not in Holyhead anymore, Toto

For the last two evenings I have been billeted in some very (for me) swanky hotels in a place where, back in the day, was something of a stamping ground…

They say nostalgia isn’t what it used to be. I agree, it’s a thing of the past… But visiting long lost places is curiously satisfying.

I am here, of course, to celebrate the wedding of my god-daughter, Freya, and her fiance, David. Like Freya’s parents, Mawgan & Sue, they have been together from a very young age. Must be the genes xx.

It struck me that I have now known Mawgan over 40 years. Sue almost as long too…

I am currently esconsed in the Great Hall in Sonning. The room is amazing. The shower, bliss. I am currently sat in a ver funky bar / restaurant being the old fart propping up the bar. One of my many talents. The prices are eye-popping but it’s a rare treat, so.

Although I am on me tod, I am looking forward to seeing the Celtuc Cousins, heh, I wish Jill were here but even so I am signing all cards and gifts from us both.

Last night I was in Cantley House hotel which was just as nice but much quieter…

In this land of plenty, I wonder why a mutton dressed as lamb barkeep needs to pinch my change, all of 5pee…