A couple of weekends ago GorJus needed a day out of London, she fancied the seaside for the anniversary of her father’s death, a day of calm remembrance and celebration that he’d lived. A Dad day.
I set off to collect her for our road trip to Weston Super Mare at 7.45am. Those of you who know Weston will appreciate the irony of taking a person there for a day at the seaside. It’s known locally as Weston Super Mud, or was that just in our house? The tide goes out so far you can’t actually see the sea at low tide. When you get beyond the very good for sand castles sand, mud is what you get. If you stumble that way and get stuck, you may well drown as the tide rushes in, but I ❤️ Weston. It’s the only place I’ve seen a flatbed truck full of velociraptors AND Goodly is en route.
M4, M5, boom you’re there, almost the width of the country in next to no time. There’s a pier full of gambling for minors, excellent chips for the already chubby, ice cream stands announcing themselves open with giant ice cream statues, and, a sea shanty festival attended by many pirates and a mermaid, but that’s not all. There’s the Victorian end of the beach front, along by the first Weston pier, great views, lovely cafes, super Victorian seaside architecture, and even that’s not all. There’s the wild end, with sand dunes and little else. Something for everyone.
Diversion. A word that began to fill us with trepidation. I have never experienced so many in one trip. I considered momentarily that I’d inadvertently set the tone for the trip by missing the turning for GorJuss’s house, but I soon accepted that floods and the work of the Highways Agency don’t just exist purely to piss me off
GorJus and I didn’t give up, we got there, via Stonehenge, impressive, Cheddar Gorge, wow, and many pretty villages, some closed to traffic, WTF? and a short trip the wrong way up a one way street. The rain fell in bucket fulls, the wind nearly knocked us over. By the time we got there it was pretty much time to come home.
…..and yet, we had a fabulous time.
We continued our wet and windy tour of the West Country with two additional stops. We popped in to see the much missed Goodly, first time in twenty months. Hugs, dog fuss, kitten mauling, tea and cake. Drama, internet and phone services gone, taken out by a fallen tree branch it turned out. We visited Bath for an hour. We had a drink in the Abbey Church Yard by the Roman Baths, it even stopped raining momentarily.
I got home at 11.30pm. We missed a few sites, Wells and Salisbury Cathedrals and Glastonbury Tor for instance, but I’ll try and fit them in next time I’m going no where near them.
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