Another year, another visit to Leominster, and just like all of the others, it flashed by.
It seemed to me that no sooner had we arrived on Friday, we’d eaten, gone to the Grape Vaults, gone back to the hostel, gone to bed, got up, done the customary walk ( nice little place Pembridge, wonder who suggested that? ), come back, had a shower, had a lovely meal ( great selection again ), done the quiz ( thanks everyone who contributed ), drunk too much, gone to bed, got up, played badminton ( table tennis, bellringing, whatevs), gone for lunch, we were suddenly at home again.
What a whirlwind! Once again, if it wasn’t for Sarah, we wouldn’t be all there, so thanks Sarah.