This was a great day and a fantastic run out. Me and the Elf had to get up at 6.15 to get presentable and get to Bristol for 8.00. We signed up, got our stickers and ate our bacon rolls and tea ready to leave at 9.00. The first part of the trip was motorway and such but once we had reached the Brecon Beacons it was spectacular. There were the obligatory boy racers who frankly just embarrassed themselves at times but mostly it was respectable but a whole lot of fun and we placed ourselves behind two F-type convertibles who knew how to drive. When we eventually reached the showground, and yes there were thousands of Morgans there, we were hot, tired and completely exhausted 😩. So we stayed a while then went home, flaked out and watched the fireworks from the landing window.
Groovy Word of the day: scurry