Five go down to the sea

We were awoken by Misty mooching about so I got up and fed her. It was raining but that was OK as most of us were planning an easy morning. Alex was planning a 22km run. We breakfasted late, except for Kathy who was hard at work when we got up. Bitter had let her down badly leaving her in the lurch. She was trying to get Stig Larsen to fill the breach. Vicky had received a very stern e-mail from Jason telling her to get her radiator sorted immediately so she wanted her dad to find a garage. Luckily, there is one in Roadwater about half a mile away who could replace it for her. I took Ian down and the man located the radiator to come tomorrow. Probably ready weds he said. We then popped into Wilaton for some food. The Double yellows in Wilaton are advisory only apparently. We did find a nice pie and pasty shop where we bought some for tea. Back at the ranch we heated up the left over barbie and left over pizza stuff and had a veritable feast. All except Alex who had left for the run up and over the Brendon hills. 

Chillaxin 

As soon as Alex returned we ushered him into the shower, forced half a left over pizza down him and set off to walk down to the sea. Just opposite our little cottage is a public footpath leading up to a bridle way on a hill. There is also a public footpath, exceedingly overgrown, right next to our little cottage leading to the cider farm (closed), but the less said about that the better. No one needs to know that Ian was right, again. Anyway, up on top of the hill we got some fantastic views over to the sea. 

Leaving the Chapel by the side gate

The field above 

Views to the sea

Misty wasn’t too impressed by the prickly bits left in the farmers field after he had harvested his barley though. We crossed a few stiles (luckily there were some Misty size holes) and a cow field before coming into Washford. This is where the old train line started. 

The railway

The river

After a view dog on dog altercations, a stonechat spotting, and a swim in the river (Misty) we arrived on the outskirts of Watchet. This is a pretty little town, but the greyness of the late afternoon, and the fact the sea was waaaaaaay out again and the beach muddy, didn’t do it any favours. We did find a pub where we could take Misty through to the very small courtyard. Ian left his name and phone number (eek!) and we ordered a swift half. If it wasn’t for the rain coming on it would have been almost continental. 

We had arranged for Chris to come collect us. Kathy came too on the promise of good things in Watchet. But there were none so we came home.

The evening was spent doing Richards quiz (sorry Allum’s!) and consuming the pasties, which were delicious. After such an energetic day we were all exhausted. I went to bed leaving Ian to let Misty out. Apparently the skies were remarkably clear and he saw loads of stars. Not too long after Ian came up. Not long after that Misty retired to our room too.

TOILET WATCH

None on our travels today, so the downstairs bathroom in the house. A bit small. Shower is not very powerful. Water in tap is a trickle. 6/10

STAR WATCH

Well Ian says he saw loads but couldn’t name any. I’ll be staying up myself tonight.