lovely thursday

Bob arrived last night, still very unwell, alas.  He has perked up just being here - though he can't speak. Literally; his voice has gone. At least here the weather is beautiful (if a little chilly out of the sun).
The fair is in town, the river banks covered in the travellers caravans, the footbridge entrance and exit cluttered with games and paraphinalia, stage up in the square. Nice air of excitement.