Wallingford

On our way to Gloucester and then further north, we stayed overnight in the motorhome at Wallingford. Here, I was judging a print competition. It was good fun with a responsive and appreciative audience who enjoyed my critique. Not too many prints so time for thorough discussion.

I grabbed a blip of a local pub as I walked back to our campsite.

Our motor home has to have a few things sorted so an early start to get it to the workshop in the morning.