All of 'em lounge around and do little more than eat and sleep...whilst it's become necessary for us to employ someone (human) to remove a mouse infestation in the kitchen. In my opinion, both the cats and mice are just taking the piss!
So, with the sun blazing, our first stop was at Woodland Hill...which is a truck and picnic spot, with a nearby van serving a welcomed bacon sarnie and cuppa : )
Next stop was Blue Anchor...a pebble/gritty sand 'seaside' resort. Here we parked for free on the sea front beside a dog-friendly beach and spent an hour paddling and wandering, before enjoying a really good rum and raisin ice cream cone.
Arriving next at the camping site we found it to be clean and well maintained, though the vans were parked closer together than we'd prefer. We spent a couple of hours on site, setting up our sunshade and chairs and so forth...before going walkabout through nearby Porlock Village. Roxy received a handful of mince from a local butcher and we bought some pasties to take back to camp.
We took another walk later in the day...this time following a path to Porlock Marshes...which is probably the most desolate place I've ever trudged. In fact, with the sun beating down, and with a total lack of shade, I fully expected to see circling vultures overhead, rather than seagulls. The view when standing atop a mound of shingle was kinda good though.
Returning to camp we stayed put for the evening, just leaving briefly to go to fetch a fish'n'chip supper (that was really nice). At around 5.30pm I hoped to see the Red Arrows flying team, as I knew them to be displaying at an Air Show in Weston-S-Mare. When I told Alan this, he said I'd not see them from Porlock as it was too far away...but I still took watch. After all, I could see the sun very clearly and that was at a far greater distance!
The camp was quiet overnight, and the sea breeze eased the heat, so we slept well.
Next morning we drove to Minehead and wandered around shops (I'd forgotten to take a hairbrush so needed to buy one). I also bought three pairs of sandals...after all, I'm only 5ft 2ins so may yet grow a few extra feet if I eat well : )
After lunch in Minehead (which was served by two women even older than myself...either that or they were just well weathered local youngsters)...we took a browse around Selworthy...which has some really picturesque chocolate-box cottages.
I must say the scenery 'everywhere' was quite stunning...
Back at base camp that evening we decided to have a BBQ...which turned out ok given that we used a pre-packed mini foil version.
Unfortunately our second night at camp wasn't as pleasant as the first. The heat seemed to have shot up and I felt my eyes to be filled with grit (possibly due to smoke from the BBQ). I finally fells asleep wearing my sunglasses...so in the morning received a severe shock when I saw myself in the bathroom mirror! My hair was like straw matted to my head, with spikes of wire wool at angles standing wildly from it. My face was sweaty and red, with a pressure-bruise below my eye. I smelled like the bottom of a mouse cage...and in all had the unmistakable appearance of someone in receipt of poorly funded homecare for the elderly.
I take this as a warning...and shall readily ensure that my lifestyle does not sustain longevity.