Happy birthday

Another drive, this time to Llanishen. Lots of rain as we cross the border. And a wonderful night with many old friends, to celebrate the birthdays of Richard and George.

Too many high points to mention. And in the morning, to crown it all, we discover Miley’s car perched on top of a brick wall. He had been the party drunk, pestering people as he descended into speaking in tongues. He must have decided, against all sense, to drive home and the universe conspired to prevent him.