It's Quiet... too darn Quiet....

I saw Paul sitting on the step of his antique shop on the Bull Ring in the sun. He was polishing some silver.
"You expect to sell it before you have to polish it again, really," he said.
Islay popped inside the shop to say hello to his dog Blueberry while we chatted.
The plant couple on the market were equally glum. "All the other markets we go to are picking up for th summer, except this one," he said, as Islay begged for her usual biscuit - and feta cheese from the Greek chap on the next stall.
Rose at Broad Street Book Centre was busy cataloguing books for abe, but she'd only had one sale by the time I went in (Islay got a biscuit there, too).

Islay was meeting all her friends - we saw the vicar, with Jimmy the poodle, in the doorway of Shepherds, and David, who'd come in from near Builth to buy a horse-related birthday present from Horsewise for a friend, and to have a look at the canoe shop - he's very keen on canoeing.

Meanwhile, the traveller has disappeared from the car park, leaving no trace behind to show he was ever there - except possibly for a few tea bags in the hedge.

And the Harp at Glasbury is re-opening on 30th March. They even have a website now at www.theharpinn.co.uk
The Harp used to be the only pub in the area that sold Robinson's real ale, and always had a choice. The food was good, too. David and Lynda are now enjoying their retirement, and I last saw Lynda at the creative writing class I went to at Hay library.
I hope the real ale tradition will continue under the new management - which is a good excuse to go down there, have a walk on the common with the dog, and finish it off with a nice pint.