The Seventh day of the Seventh month of the Two Thousand and Seventh year

The parking procedures were very strict in the International Birmingham Airport. A week after the tried car bombings in Glasgow, there were no taxi's allowed to be within about 20m of the airport, and there were no cars allowed to pickup and dropoff just outside the doors.
Becky Paul cheerfully picked me up and took me back to her flat in Acocks Green. It was fantabulous to see her again. After some time we then headed off to the Shirley SS outing. It was such a perfect day. Despite the masses of clouds were flew through on the way down, the sun was shining, and it was hot enough to get burnt.
I met some lovely ppl and then discovered that Abi Mansfield, a fellow Australian was there. It was lovely to catchup and not have to feel such a burden on Beck. I met the rest of Beck's family and then her cousins and ppl from her meeting.
It was so nice to just sit and soak up the sun. Apparently I'd brought it with me.
The sun kept shining well into the evening and we found a gorgeous little place to stop for coffee. It was right by a canal and a wheat field, so we did some exploring and took some photo's.