Into Burton

We made our first trip into Burton by bus today; it's an hourly service from a stop just up the road from the marina entrance. It takes about the same time as the journey into Stafford from Great Haywood, twenty minutes or so, but there's not the long walk at the beginning and end.

We dropped the IWA trophy off with a jewellers to get it engraved, collected the first half of the specs order from Vision Express, readers for Sheila and intermediates for computing for me, and went into Nationwide to do proof of identity stuff for a new bank account.

This all went very smoothly, so we celebrated by popping into M&S for some night attire each. A sandwich lunch in Sainsbury's (no expense spared in the Napier household) and we were done.

We had to wait for twenty minutes for the bus back, but it was a fine day and so no hardship.

The bus route is fun too, running along the southern bank of the Trent  after going through Repton, a village now dominated by its public school, rather, but formerly the capital of Mercia.

We've  had a quiet afternoon; Stephen and Jayne looked for a chat, but otherwise it's been pottering on the computer and yet more laundry. Sheila tells me that only another two washloads and she'll be done.

Mind you, by then, I'll have put more stuff out for the wash…