Old houses are fun. Long waits for food aren't.

Saturday night with Phil. Go out for dinner we think. And wait an hour for the food. Very nice food eventually, but a long wait. Table next to us with a young child couldn't wait for there's and walked out. 30 seconds before it turned up. Which probably serves them right after being told there'd be a long wait for the food, and being offered free drinks when the wait turned out to be longer than expected.

Old houses don't involve a long wait. They don't usually involve hail either, which put paid to a look around the gardens. Dyrham Park. Nice house, with some unusual things. Like leather wallpaper. And the usual friendly National Trust Ladies. It's certainly given me one potential place to take people in May when we want to do something for the day away from the campsite.

And a man with a shiny new camera and a large memory card is never a good thing. But at least there's a decent picture of me. In a tree. Not up a tree, but inside a tree. Or it would be a decent picture if it didn't look like it was just a head in a tree. Which is sort of creepy.