The sound of a knife

Saturday: still with the rental car, ferried Didi to Ikea to pick up more pieces of the puzzle. Then with the whole clan across a steep ridge north of the city and down into Caerphilly to tour the magnificent 800-year-old castle. It squats in Camelot-like splendour in the middle of the town, Tommy Cooper’s town, ringed by concentric moats.

You picnicked on a grassy bank and collected a block of local cheese from Tesco metro on the way back to the car.

 

I love

the sound of a knife slicing

through an apple”

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