2. There is no longer a no. 2.
3. An MP, a Lord, and a dead (very dead) pheasant - all constituents of the photographic gallimaufry so far this weekend. Oh, and the gardens of a castle, our neighbours-to-be's castle in fact. More photography to follow tomorrow including an author and a brother and sister who want a present for their mother's 60th. So, rather more varied than the parade of beautiful women who have appeared in front of my lens of late - not that I am complaining in any way, shape or form about the latter - far from it - but it is good to Mix Things Up as Martin E has rather pointedly explained to me recently. :)
4. Still toying with the idea of a new blog when we move to Powis (apparently you can pronounce it Po-iss or Pow-iss, 'ain't no thing - if you were fretting about that, you can relax). "Over the Border" is still in the running for the title.
5. The globus appears to have gone - I thought it might if I left it to its own devices - it probably got bored.
6. A full-on fire on the M6 on my return today - a pick-up truck plus picked-up car, all ablaze so convincingly that i could feel the heat through the car as I passed in the fast lane, despite the fire being on the hard shoulder. I couldn't see the driver around - if he was in the cab I'm afraid he was gone, as dead as the pheasant. Hopefully, though, he was out of there. No police or fire crews as I passed so must have been a fresh event. Some cars were stopping, I think to see if they could do anything, but in truth, as I say, if he or she were still in the cab there was no way they would have been alive - it was an inferno.
A delegate at the Welsh Lib Dem Conference makes a mobile call.
A couple of shots showing our neighbour's garden. Or parts of it anyway.
It's probably fair to say that this pheasant had a worse Friday night than I did.
You can tell a few things from this picture: (a) I am not from the country; (b) there are a LOT of pheasants in Wales; and (c) I should get out more.