A new app on my phone directed daughter and grandson and me along A and B roads all the way from Birmingham to the little town of Kington just two and half miles from the Welsh border and ten miles from Hay on Wye. Glorious countryside which is some of my favourite landscape.  We stopped at a pub by a river enroute and I recharged my phone battery depleted by the continuous use of the app.  Just as well as we would have run out before we got to Kington.  As daughter unpacked grandson and I crossed the road to the tiny Kington Museum which is even smaller than our St Neots Museum. Soon grandson and I are going for a walk around the town whilst daughter prepares her talk for the festival tomorrow.