Oh my, I’m still knackered after yesterday. We all got up early so we could go to Hay-On-Wye for a book hunt! Thing is, we had to go through Brecon and wouldn’t you know it, it was the second day of the Brecon jaz festival. And guess who hates jazz? (Hint: me!) I hate being in Brecon during the festival as most folks seem to take it as nothing more than an excuse to be able to get roaring drunk in the street, walk around with plastic pints and be generally offensive. While there are children around as well. The main street is closed off to traffic as there are lots of food stalls and other stalls, as well as the places where (ugh) jazz is being played. Mind you, I did spot Cleo Laine in a car going to the Brecon theatre as we were walking along there to the canal.

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