Afraid of spiders? I'm not. I wouldn't welcome them onto my hand, but they don't scare me. Just as well, living here. I have never lived anywhere so spidery; they are in the car, webs and all, in every corner of every room, and in mega-populations in the garden.
We transported whole neighbourhoods of them to the tip today in bags of garden waste (mostly overgrown clematis, with which I am engaged in mortal combat), but some jumped ship and now add to the growing colony in the car. Very distracting as I drive the winding lanes to find a spider dangling in front of me trying to create a web between my chin and the dashboard.
My friend Tricia from Australia is still here. On Monday we shall be joined by Shelagh from Canada. So cosmopolitan, we are!
We went to Porlock today. A very apple-y afternoon.
Some cheerful chaps were pressing juice in the community orchard. Laxton somethings; we were given a taste.
The apple store smelled lovely.
Their system is more hygienic than the old cider press, but has considerably less charm.
Next to be juiced were the Egremont Russets.
Funds are being raised to restore the old press. The princely sum of £700 is needed.
A pretty little place, Porlock, but sorely in need of the bypass that is planned, to free its narrow road from the nightmare of competing lorries and buses. We caught it at an unusually traffic-free moment.
Thatchers have their own distinctive trade mark. Here it's a ship and three ducks in a row....
It's not only the buildings that are old.
And then on to Porlock Weir.
And to Allerford, before we and the spiders turned for home, to spin our webs, walk the dogs, and cook our dinner.
Meanwhile, the Lovely Son is discovering the nightmare that is his new (old) van's internal workings - or, to be more precise, non-workings.
His girlfriend is away for three weeks, doing this.
I've spent time in India, and travelled many times in auto-rickshaws. Fun at the time, and occasionally very dangerous. You have to be young and daft, or perhaps just daft, to endeavour to make a long-distance race of it. My thought is that the LS's worries about clutch, gearbox and finding the ready money to replace both are great ways of taking his mind off the more alarming aspects of her hair-raising voyage.
Give me the winding roads and hills of West Somerset any day. With or without spiders.