I knew it was Bank Holiday weekend when we went to Tesco yesterday. From the number of people there and the amount they were buying you would have thought the shops were going to be shut for about a fortnight rather than just for 6 hours on Sunday. It was madness, car park chocca, trolleys at a premium, and trolley rage in the aisles.
I spent some time on the M4 yesterday, and the number of caravans and campervans on the road was, to be polite, a little on the high side. In fact, quite a lot of them seemed to be escaping OUT of Wales.
All I could think, as I was heading home to my nice warm flat - where I would be able to stretch out, turn on the fire, use a proper indoor loo and bathroom, cook my evening meal in a comparatively easy manner and watch tv from my nice comfortable settee - was what sort of hell those people on the caravan/camping sites would have to go through this weekend with all the cold, wind and rain.
I suppose I ought to feel a little sorry for them. Did I? Nope!