Into Somerset

After yesterday, today has been more like a rest day. Although we have clocked up 12 miles it was nearly all on the tow path of the Great Western Canal. The walking has been flat and even and we have ambled. The weather has been threatening rain all day, but we only got wet in the last half hour, some of us more than others. Just because I was a but dirty I got washed in the river again.

Unsurprisingly mum's attention has been drawn to the riverbank, and we have had countless, mallard, moorhens, and wrens pointed out to us. Sadly her eyes are out on stalks tonight, needlessly, as we failed to see the splendid iridescence of turquoise treat that is the fabulous kingfisher.

We have passed through a number of small and pretty villages, none of which could present us with an open pub for lunch. We put our heads above the parapet at Burlescombe, and we were immediately clocked by one resident, who, hands on hips scuttled off to the phone, presumably to alert neighbourhood watch. Dad says 100 years ago we would have been stoned out of town, 50 years ago offered a cup of tea, today, it's back to people power!

Anyway, we found one resident who would talk to us and she advised that she thought there might be a pub in 'Hocus Pocus' 2nd bridge down, turn right and up the road on the left. When we eventually got to Holcombe Rogus(!) which turned out to be 2 miles out of the way - it was shut. Seems to be a theme developing here. Is it me?

As we approached our abode for the night we snuck across the border into Somerset when no one was looking.

The 2 pictures below were taken on a 45 degree turn of the feet. 21st century; motorway, train, and solar power farm v 18th century canal. Which would you rather have? No brainer for me.