SEPTEMBER 3rd - Piers' summer break

Everything comes to a standstill after an encounter with the Slow-You-Down-Angel-of-Broken-Legs on holiday in West Wales. I have, for you medically inclined, fractured the Fibula on my right leg after running into a low wall in the middle of a gale, in the middle of the night, in the middle of a rainswept field on Cemaes Head. I was running flat out at the time to catch an 11.00 o'clock drink and natter with Fi and Rosie (wife and friend) before they called it a night. I had just driven all the way from Bristol. Life can be cruel. Back in the car and drive 30 miles to Carmarthen Casualty, getting home at 4.30am. As I write the weather is perfect for Strawdio Building and I had been looking forwward hugely to the next step. I am deeply frustrated and eating too many cakes. Send me long distant healing, visit me, send me condoling emails, enouragment, substances, cakes etc.