Washed up

In an orchard on the west bank of the Rivet Severn. I’m camping here. Arrived this afternoon. It’s peaceful in the main, though I can hear the incessant traffic of the A48 (sometimes I think that being brought up in the West Highlands of Scotland in the 1970s has spoiled me: nothing is ever quite silent nor remote enough and there are not enough Highland Games….)

I am cosy, and will say no more because of the need to conserve phone battery life. My friend A has warned me to look out for the mermen in the Mighry River Severn. I shall certainly do that tomorrow.