Back in Glastonbury
I'm back home - lovely drive down from Gloucester across the Severn Bridge. One of those cold, clear days with a fiery golden sunset, when you think 'everything's going to go well from now on.'
Thus proving that my Druidic intution is actually a load of bollocks, because 20 minutes after that, doing 70 mph in the middle lane of the M5, the nearside front tyre blew out. Cue some cursing, and a swift departure to the hard shoulder. I am not going to attempt a tyre change on a motorway in the dark, so summoned the AA and a very dry Welshman named Dave duly appeared and did the necessary.
So we know what this morning's plans are. Tyre shop. Ah well.
Thus proving that my Druidic intution is actually a load of bollocks, because 20 minutes after that, doing 70 mph in the middle lane of the M5, the nearside front tyre blew out. Cue some cursing, and a swift departure to the hard shoulder. I am not going to attempt a tyre change on a motorway in the dark, so summoned the AA and a very dry Welshman named Dave duly appeared and did the necessary.
So we know what this morning's plans are. Tyre shop. Ah well.