I did get to Wales and had a very pleasant couple of days until I slipped over yesterday and dislocated my left shoulder. My Mum drove me to the nearest and only A&E, the excellent Ysbyty Gwynedd, Bangor where lovely nurses and doctors pumped me full of narcotics though the media of Welsh and English and put it back in. Morphine is great. Diolch yn fawr.
Now in a sling and typing slowly. The return journey then involved a further 4 members of the family and my Dad driving 600 miles in 48 hours. A tale too long to relate and too slow to type. We did get to have lunch as planned with an aunt and uncle along the way which was very enjoyable.