I’ve been on an adventure today, in search of daisies (long story, no more time). I persuaded David to come with me and am jolly glad I did because I was tired out after the first leg of the journey, which took me outside of my beloved Cornwall for the first time in a long time (I don’t count going to Plymouth as outside Cornwall, although I know it is, if I get the shivers while there, I can be back over the Tamar in the blink of an eye).

Today though, we’ve been to Bristol. A place with which I have a difficult relationship. It’s special in as much as my special friend (White Hart Lane Sarah) comes from Bristol so it’s got to be good hasn’t it? Yet I ALWAYS get lost there. There are simply no road signs in the city at all, other than ones telling you where the car parks are. DM reckons it’s because they (the highways agency or the local council or whoever is responsible for the signs) assume that you were either born there and so know where you are or you must know where you are because you’ve arrived in the city centre!!!

I bribed DM with a promise of a return trip to the SS Great Britain, which we didn’t do justice to last time we were there because we didn’t have enough time so we went back today and poked around in all its little nooks and crannies.

Once we’d found our direction, both figuratively and literally, we went to the great land of blue and yellow (Ikea) for the daisies and a few other things too.

I’m exhausted. I’m glad to have found my way back home to the South West and glad to have found some direction in other senses of the word too.

By the way, for anyone interested, my pbase galleries have had 3,000,000 page views as of today - I never expected that when I started!

Last year, I was nest building, as I was today really.....