Saturday, 18 February 2012
Yesterday I collected Tricia (my boarding school friend since we were 14 years old) from the station, to stay for her final fortnight before returning briefly to the North East, then departing for her own home in Australia.
Today we went to Porlock Weir. The weather changed rapidly.
We got very wet.
After a comforting lunch in Porlock, the dogs snoozing in the steamed-up car, the weather changed again, and off we went up Dunkery Hill.
Tricia dreams of spotting a stag, but no such luck today.
Too cold and windy for that trek up to the beacon itself, so we came home the scenic way (is there any other?) via Wootton Courtenay.
There were lambs in the fields.
And at Bratton, the teeniest ford with the teeniest footbridge.
But despite the blue skies, we came home chilled....
And did this:
Posted by rachel at 17:02