There's been a traveller's caravan parked in the corner of the carpark for a few days now, close to the recycling bins. He has a truck loaded up with scrap metal, which is obviously his business.
I'm not going to complain. He's not in anyone's way, and he's not causing a mess - and it's very difficult for travellers to find anywhere to park these days.
When I first came to Hay, there were a lot more travellers about, mostly young New Age travellers. Richard Booth let some of them camp out at Brynmelin, and had another group at the Castle. I suspect his main reason for this was to annoy the neighbours, especially at Brynmelin, but they were mostly nice people. One group ended up moving to Ireland, where they got a lot less hassle than they did in England, and they set up a market garden there. Another girl is now doing quite well in the Library Service in Hereford.
Meanwhile, I met one of the pipeline men, who has been staying at Rest for the Tyred. He recommended pipe laying as a sight worth seeing - the steel pipes are one km long, and 48 inches in diameter (and this was an engineer mixing his measurements), and they lay them, he said, like a piece of spaghetti, all in one go. He said that, when you look at the pipe up close, you wouldn't think that they could bend like that!
We got the edge of the snow over Hay last night, with some hailstone yesterday and today. It's been a lot worse over towards Malvern, though. Marina had to abandon her trip to the Flea Market.
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