Of Chester for Le Weekend

I was in Chester over the weekend introducing Mrs P to the cousins. Chester is gorgeous. The only thing I don't like about a trip to Chester is that you have to go via Liverpool airport. This invariably means you're sat on a plane full of Hens, that you'll get lost leaving the airport (for it will have been refurbished and extended since your last visit) and you'll fight to find the car hire place. For some reason, there's not a single sign in the airport directing you to the car hire desks which, strangely, are housed in another building altogether.
Chester was wonderful over the weekend. Spring was in the air, the sun did his best to show his face for a good 6 hours on Saturday and almost as many on Sunday. The Rels were on great form. Class weekend.