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I've just been sat in the lounge talking to my Cousins Joe and Rachel about the old days; the festivals we used to go too and the parties we used to attend in the 90s. Yesterday I went to a Fete in Milton, a suburb of Portsmouth; this is the only type of festival I go to these days. My life today is very different to what it used to be. In the past I would not have spent time with family in the same way I am today; it just goes to show how much I have changed.

The weather was typically British, overcast, cloudy with the odd spot of rain. In true British style, it didn't bother anyone, who just carried on with their day. Unlike Spain, nobody was running for shelter or refusing to partake because of the lack of sunshine. In reality the fete was packed with locals; there were various stalls, a raffle, tombola and of course homemade cakes and jams; it was a traditional British affair!

After a wonder round the field, a photo or two with the Police, it was a trip to a local public house along the coast. The Thatched House was busy, very busy and we spent a good few hours chatting in the decidedly chilly air. Despite the grey day, it was a real treat to sit and take the weight of the World off my shoulders for a bit. Britain is beginning to feel more like home everyday I am here!
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