My younger daughter has just been for a visit. We picked her up last night in Chester to save her coming through to Wrexham and having to change trains. This afternoon, we went back into Chester as I had an appointment at 2 o'clock and we also hoped to fit in some retail therapy. As it happened, it took so long to get into Chester and locate the car park I needed to park in to be within walking distance of my appointment that we didn't actually get out of the car until 1.20p.m. So, not really any time for retail therapy or lunch because we were surrounded by shops with price tags far out of range of a student and a recently redundant teacher and couldn't find any eating places that were not either full to bursting or charging £1.90 for a bottle of water - which, although rapidly dying of thirst, I adamantly refused to pay! Finally I bought a bottle of water from a little newsagents and we sat down on a bench for a few minutes. Within a few seconds we were accosted by one of the local nutcases who was trying to interest us in a stack of dubious postcards, so we had to move on to get out of his way.
On to the appointment, which took an hour instead of the half hour I had anticipated, and a quick bite to eat and it was time to head off to the train station. It took 10 minutes to find the car park entrance, which had apparently been designated as a completely hidden aperture and then a further 5 minutes to discover that our level, blue level, could not be reached by entering white level, although that's precisely what we had done in the car! (Confused? You will be!)
So, out of the car park, at last, into the Friday afternoon going-home traffic and many road works and detours until, more by good luck than good judgement, we arrived at the station.
Daughter decanted, good-byes said and off I set, once more into the breach, the hills of Wales in my sights and determined not to venture into Chester again in the near future!.