visitors

It is that time of year when I have people çome to stay.  On Thursday we went to Puy de Fou, which is a great day out.  For the journey there the gps took us on a mystery tour through small french villages and narrow country lanes. On the way back, and without changing any of the settings, it took the usual more direct route along wide dual carriageways.  This makes me wonder if machines are developing into wilful independent beings because they know they are more intelligent and that we have been lulled into a false sense  of thinking that we are in charge.

The other visitors are the house martins who  sweep in, building nests under the eaves,  and leaving a mess, but clinging on to the walls until their young are ready to fly away.