I love the sound of breaking glass

[hirez]

More wandering this weekend. Friday's adventures are already documented. Saturday involved another beetle down into the centre of Bristol, where I engaged in commerce-style transactions with a number of tradespersons. Oh, and guzzled some of mr_tails' ice-cream, which was startingly good. And bumped into Cheltenhamites ditto. Observe, if you care to, the near-normality of such occurances. Almost... Boring. Good.

Sunday. Steamed up the A48 to Purton (oddly there's a Purton on the opposide bank of the Severn) which was the western end of where the Severn railway bridge landed. There's little to be seen, and access (without some enterprising trespass) more than a little difficult. Though you can see the remains of the bridge on the far bank.

After that: Misbehaviour. I have long been offended by nasty crockery, Staffordshire Uglyware and various Objets d'arse. Thus I asked Pat to collect a fiver's worth that were going to be thrown out of the charity shop as too terrible even for their punters and, armed with a .22 air-rifle confiscated from a poacher some years ago, had some revenge. It was really quite theraputic. Much respect due to aoakley for putting up with my wilfully destructive tendencies and gleeful cackling as each dreadful piece met flying leaden death.

I'll be doing that again. Oh yes.

[ Rest of pictures here as usual. ]

[ Further: (No-one ever reads these once they've fallen off the end of their F-L, do they?) aoakley's version of events and a quite splendid picture. White or black hunter? You decide...

Comments

[girfan.livejournal.com]

The amount of sheer tat that comes into the shop is mind-boggling. I suppose it's good that people wish to rid their homes of it, but why they think others would want it is beyond me.

I plan on filling another box or two for future target practice.

Our house has all three of your criteria, btw.