TAFF - pg 44 was the one who bad to work the next day. I also photographed some of the rooms in their house, which were really beautiful with their tastes for decorating and color mixing and matching schemes. Thursday, April 21, 1960 Stopped over at Bobbie's and Bill kept worrying that I might not be enjoying myself. He kept telling Bobbie to take me to this place and that place, etc. He is a Chiropodist and had office hours to attend to and apologised for that. All of which was somewhat em- barrassing as I was having such a great time that I felt I was im- posing upon them. Bobbie seemed to be worn out from the convention. She'd worked very hard at it and the added strain of trying to find another hotel at the last minute must have been wearing. Now, here she was every day taking me all over sightseeing, which in itself can be tiresome. That day we rode the train to Bourton- On-The-Water. She told me it is often called the "Venice of the Cotswolds". It looked to be the size of perhaps 2 or 3,000. The streets were wide, the houses neat and of stone, and through the center of town ran a small stream. Across this were bridges and foot bridges, nearby were sidewalk cafes and this was a place where I think I'd enjoy living. As a tourist attraction there was an outside model village, of the original town, which was complete down to the clock in the tower running and music coming out of the church. The stereo slides of this make the people look like giants, so detailed are the buildings. The better displays are rooms set up behind glass. This presented a problem to photograph with flash and with Bobbie holding my flash I'd aim through another pane of glass and hope for the best. Came out very well and Lou thought I'd really been to a black mass. Back in Cheltenham, I left Bobbie at home, where she was show- ing Bill a new jigsaw puzzle she'd gotten that day. They were bent over the table sorting out the pieces and barely heard me leave. Margaret was waiting supper for my arrival and had fixed Toad in the Hole. This is small sausages baked in a batter and quite tasty. I saw a recipe for this in the Farm Journal the other day and my Margaret is going to fix some for us. Eric and I were up late that night, exchanging limericks and con- versation. We knew it would be our last evening together and each one of us bated to suggest that it might be bed time. Eric Jones writes: If for no other reason, DON FORD'S name will go down in the fan- nish annals of the Cheltenham S-F Circle as "THE TAFF CANDIDATE WHO FOUND THAT CHELTENHAM LIES BETWEEN LONDON AND LIVERPOOL". We hope that others who come across the pond will, in the future, do the same.