One day of my Wessex Rover left, and not much going on. Heard early that the Weymouth 31s were not out today - not entirely sure I could manage another hot, crowded slog down to the coast anyway. Also considered West Wales once again, hoping for a 37. Finally decided just to wander, and not to spend any money.

So, a swift run to Cardiff. Watched the Rhymney 37s for a bit, then to Bath. Tried to buy a new notebook from a stockist who I knew carried them, but found they didn't any longer. The city was heaving with tourists, who seemed to assume that everything had been deliberately made 'quaint' for their pleasure - including the hairdresser 'Nick Brain' - who's name they thought was some sort of clever pun. 31454 and 31128 passed ECS at speed - heard they later resumed the Weymouth diagram.

Back to Bristol - briefly running with pet HST powercar 43130. Up to Cheltenham, then to Newport. High-velocity wander around town, remembering locations of bookshops and watering holes from earlier visits. In the late afternoon heat, the place felt murderous - crowds of drunken Welshmen and even more frightening screaming women outside the winebars and cocktail lounges of Newport! Picked up a slim collection of Nicholas Moore poetry in a shop which now proudly boasted of a licensed 'Adult XXX' section upstairs! Back to Bristol once more...

Long fester waiting for traincrew delayed on a Severn Beach service, during which the Network Rail Measurment Train arrived.

Queues for Weston train full of pointless and factually incorrect complaining which was driving me nuts. A hot and bothersome end to a strange but entertaining day.