October 2026. Buntingford. Hertfordshire. The last time I wrote about Buntingford I got some right abuse for this line “One of the Scouse dads was burping loudly to impress his young daughter”. It wasn’t, in fact, his dad, it was his uncle, and he was, in fact, from North Wales, not Merseyside. These things matter.… Continue reading CATS CALLED GRACIE AND CELLOS ON BIKES – BACK TO BUNTINGFORD