“Most people would be travelling in the other direction today” I thought to myself as I drove along the M4 towards Wales. Of course, England were playing Wales at Twickenham, but seeing as I have only a vague interest in rugby, I decided to attend camp reunion instead – much more fun!

After a couple of hours, I was in Cardiff – with a few others – and catching up with those I’d met at camp. The conversations ranged from mobile phone screensavers to gliding in South Africa. (You can have a guess which one was with a camper and which with an officer).

Before the afternoon was over, I left for Bristol, making the short journey back into England for my dad’s birthday which had occurred during the week. After a humungous meal, I collapsed on the settee and attempted to doze off with my nephew trying his utmost to keep me awake!

A tiring but great day spent with friends and family.