Friday night was spent pitching tents and then catching up with old friends.

On Saturday, we went into Bristol to dance ... in amongst mirrored sculptures and the like, but unfortunately not that many audience. Then, on to Clifton where we lunched at leisure and then had time for a potter around the bridge.

In the evening there was an enjoyable ceilidh with the Geckoes and a blissful night's sleep.

Sunday was a slow start and then a lunchtime stop at the Anchor at Oldbury, before commencing our journey home down the M5.