PC and I missed yet another train. This time it was my fault that we were stuck in Cardiff railway station. I wasted the vital three minutes required to walk along the platform to catch the 17:00 service on zipping up my rucksack. At this rate it looked like we would never reach our final destination of a small town just south of Bristol, the name of which began with S.

However, somehow we actually did eventually make it. With EH we wandered around the art gallery where the conference opening reception was in full swing. Then I offered to buy my school friend JB an ice cream. She was extremely grateful until I dropped the cornet on the ground. From there it was picked up by the wind and transported through the air like a kite.