After calling into my son’s house at Weston, I arrived at Watchet on the Tuesday around early evening time. Basically it was get set up, sort some grub, have a drink with my neighbours and go to bed as I was well tired.
Wednesday and a walk (#1) into Watchet along the beach was my plan. I met a local gentlemen at the start of the steps down to the beach and by the time we got to Watchet we had put the world to right. Anyhow, some chips and a couple of pints were in order after I had a walk round. When I came out of the pub it was drizzling so I thought it best if I headed back to the campsite. By the time I got back it was coming down cats and dogs with a few albatrosses chucked in for a good measure.
It didn’t let up all afternoon and into the early evening. Never mind, after half a bottle of rum though, the weather took on a whole different perspective, it other words I didn’t give two hoots. Talking of owls you could hear them in the evening but I did not have the fortune to see any.
Thursday and it brightened up, so took a ride to Minehead and then a ride around the local area ending up at Watchet to pick up a framed print of the harbour that I had ordered on the Wednesday, then back to the site. Anyhow, not a lot on so a stroll (#2) into Watchet over the top of the hill this time, cakes at the Phoenix Centre and a couple of pints at the pub on the esplanade. Back to the site and in the evening helped put up the marquee, so now we had somewhere under wind to congregate later on.
Friday and Keith, Julia and Robert asked if I fancied a walk into Watchet (#3), sounds fine to me I replied; we played beach Boules on the way with a golf ball and rocks. Lunch time, so into the pub, cheesy chips, couple of pints and a rum, before leaving booked a table for an evening meal. Walking back to the site in the afternoon we found the golf ball again so it was beach Boules all the way back.
Friday evening and we walked back to Watchet (#4) over the top this time as it was high tide, cracking meal couple of pints and a few rums, just right to count the glow worms on the long road back to the site.
Saturday morning and Ozz’s cafe was suffering with only one customer and it looked as if it may well have gone into receivership.” What are you doing today Ozz?” I ask. “I think I will take a walk into Watchet”, he replied. Without thinking I say I’ll go along for the stoll (#5). Lesley rode in on her solo. We saw a rock fall along the way and met Lesley on the harbour. Guess what I had for lunch, bag of chips, mushy peas and a pint.
Saturday evening BBQ, Raffle and awards with Ozzy picking up long distance, although I think I should get long distance for walking to Watchet and back 5 times. Ryan played his guitar and Naomi, with enough cider inside, sang along merrily.
Sunday morning and an early pack up. It was a strange run home, taking roads that I don’t normally use. We saw loads of racing cyclists, it turned out we were on the Tour of Britain route and it was taking place in a couple weeks time. http://www.tourofbritain.co.uk/
At the top of the Fosse Way, we tagged on the back of some solos out on a run, only to go around a corner to see a marshall frantically waving his arms, pointing us to take the same road as the solos who had turned left. Poor fellow, I bet he is still wondering if we are still riding around lost in the wilds of Warwickshire.
Back home I unloaded my cider that Percy had kindly pick up for me, then I remembered, I had to go back to work. Oh well, roll on the Snuggly Wuggly, what will the entertainment be around the bonfire this year?
Martyn
Towel rail.
Portsmouth Pete's new outfit
Dave's CB400 and Velorex.