Typed this up last night but forgot to post.

After a bit of rest and some much-needed time plugged into both a power outlet and the void, I headed out to explore the famed Jewellery Quarter. It was… quiet. Aside from a few equally misguided souls, the place was largely deserted. Apparently, Saturday afternoon isn’t peak time for diamond shopping or idle wandering.



Still, I gave it a go. Wandered the leafy streets, peered into closed storefronts, and stopped at a couple of watering holes that were thankfully open and more than happy to pour a pint for a lone traveller. Grabbed a bite to eat somewhere vaguely edible—nothing to write home about, but it did the job.



After a couple of hours of aimless ambling, I decided to call it. Back to the hotel, back to bed. Tomorrrrow’s a big travel day, and I’ve got to be up at sparrow’s fart for a romantic 3:25am date with a National Express coach.



The beer was good. Pizza not so much