This weekend just gone he headed down to the Gower to camp with the Pofydd, Chris and Christine and Glenn and Hila. The joys of the great British attitude (at the appalling Gower Arms) to service rather left them hungry and miserable ("sorry we've stopped serving", "but its five to nine and your sign says you serve until nine", "we've stopped serving") was saved thanks to the very fine Beaufort Arms (and their rather splendid lamb curry with half and half (half chips, half rice).
A splendid breakfast
thanks to Glenn and Hila started Saturday off quite marvellously before they set off for a long walk around the Gower, 2 miles down the beach 
they found the Ilwych Bay Hotel and, as it was to transpire the end of their walk. A Leo Sayer at his age is a rare (and usually very painful) thing but by mixing up the alcohol with tea 
(we give up) saw him through to chucking out time without disgracing himself. Sunday they had all arranged to go "canyoning" (i.e. throwing oneself down a river)
but sensibly in light of his pathetic history with watersports (passim) he claimed that his eye surgeon had said he could not do it and so joined Polly and Hila sitting it out and simply walking up and down the river (much more rational behaviour we feel).
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