After a bit of a lie in and some breakfast, my brother and I took the train to Cardiff Bay for a bit of a walk and some lunch. The walk involved such sights as the mysterious vanishing photographer, as not seen in the reflections in the currently dry water tower thingy:
If you look carefully, you might spot my shadow, but I appear to be absent. No Photoshoppery or other such trickery was used to achieve this.
Lunch was at JRC Global Buffet, which was pretty good. We then had a bit more of a wander before getting the train back to Cardiff city centre, where we wandered a bit more, including into the city market:
The market is remarkably unchanged – not only is it pretty much the same as I recall it from when I was a kid, it’s much the same as the pictures on display showing how it looked in the late 19th century.
After a bit more wandering, we got the train back to Pencoed, and here we are.
 Hi Geoff
 Well, three trains, actually
 But not all at once. That would be silly.