Acting as 'Native Guide'

My sister and her husband came up for the weekend, with my almost three year old nephew, so I took them round town to see the sights. We went round the town in the morning, and up to the Castle Grounds, where James was very enthusiastic about a bouncy castle type thing called the Lost Temple, which had a slide. And he could jump up and down.
There was a chap there raising money for multiple sclerosis sufferers by raffling a 'bedbug'. This is a little trailer he's designed to be towed behind even a small car or a motorcycle trike, which is basically the size of a double bed. His son runs the company that makes them, and he spends his time doing charity work to help the Hereford unit where he gets treatment. His website is at http://www.theBedBug.co.uk/ [edited: this will teach me to try posting after a couple of glasses of wine!]
On the way down Castle Street, I saw Big Neil selling strawberries and asparagus from a table squashed into a gap between two shops. He was complaining about the Globe - he said he'd had to go out a couple of times late at night (after 2am) to people being noisy on the way past his house after they'd just come out of the Globe - and he'd nearly decked a couple of them because they were so obnoxious.
On Broad Street, about half a dozen kit cars came past, all together - there must have been a rally somewhere locally.
Later we went down to Bridge Street, where they were serving strawberries and cream in the garden. James enjoyed the slide and swing belonging to the family - but the little girl obviously didn't want strangers in her garden at all, and really didn't want to share her slide and her swing. She sat at the top of the slide with a face like thunder.
In the afternoon, we went down to the Festival site for a mooch around. On the way, James got a fireman's hat from the fire station - they were raising money for the Fire Fighters charity. We all enjoyed looking round the exhibitions. Peter stopped at the Woodland Trust stall to talk about planting trees - he's got about four dozen oak saplings that he's going to plant out in a wood local to him, as he's friendly with the Forestry chap there. We saw Claire Short bustling down one of the walkways, and Korky Paul in the Festival bookshop signing books, and several people carrying long stemmed white roses (which are presented to every speaker at the end of a session) who we didn't recognise at all.
Everywhere was really busy by this time, at the Festival site and in town, so we turned up early for the Three Tuns for dinner. "We've never disappointed anyone yet," said the manager, when we went down to ask about booking a table - all the restaurant tables were booked up weeks ago, of course, and downstairs it's first come, first served - which suited us as James was getting pretty tired by dinner time.
"What do you fancy?" Julie asked Peter.
"It doesn't matter with this menu - I know it's all going to be good."
So one had lamb, and one had beef, and I had the vegetarian tagliatelli, and James had a plate and knife and fork of his own, and bits from everyone.
And Islay had the fatty bits we took home.

Today, I was working, so my sister and family went over to the Circus - only to find that they were in the middle of their last performance. They did get to see some fire jugglers practicing, though. And they came into the shop to have a look round and ask me where the Warren was. That's the big open space, where the river curves round and there's a pebbly beach - a good place for picnics and dog walking and paddling.
They liked the camp site. It's Peter Like's field, registered with the Caravan Club, and he gives the money he raises from it to local charities. I think they'll stay there again when they come down to see me, as Peter Like was so obliging to them.

It was quiet around town by this evening - everything over for another year.