Thursday 4th July 2019

~ What a strange night ~

Last evening it being hot and sunny, we chatted of our promenading along Weston Super Mare's seafront tonight. To cool down. To have an ice cream. Maybe a nice cup of tea. The date was set, time, 7PM. We arrived at Weston to be greeted by a tsunami of motorbikes. No one told us (Or I'd not thought) there was a 'bikers' meeting on the seafront tonight. As far as the eye could see there were motor bicycles parked on the seafront. Thousands of them. We didn't stop. Not least as parking was neigh on impossible. So in an inspirational moment, and a 15 minute drive south we ended up as the quiet Red Cow in Brent Knoll.For nearly 4 years in the 1990's I lived over the hill in East Brent. The Red Cow was a local pub for me. It's hardly changed, actually it hasn't changed at all, only the prices. Nice to be back, and so peaceful to be having some food in the back garden serenaded by swallows and not tailpipes.