Our sunburnt necks

I was trapped in the Concrete Kingdom of Swindon this weekend and, as usually happens, tried to spend as little time as possible actually in Swindon. Achieved a moderate level of success.

Saturday, I went walking round Barbury Castle, and then sat at Coate Water reading for a couple of hours. On Sunday I went down Savernake Forest way. Caught the sun on my neck, but otherwise managed to avoid burning. Didn't really tan though.

I've really got to get myself a bike. It sucks having to drive to get to anywhere nice in this bloody town, and it's not particularly pleasant driving anywhere in the Silver (and Red) Machine in this heat. Also, when you've been drinking you can't drive at all, and then can't escape at all.

The obvious solution is to not drink, but then I'd have to attempt living in Swindon sober.

It's a vicious circle.