This Somerset air must be doing us the world of good. We or more accurately, I, didn't get up until 8am! Of course Baxter and Jenna were out for sniff about long before that.
Today we went for a bit of retail therapy, Ms Funky does the retail and yours truly needs the therapy. Even I have to admit that the Clarks retail village is well worth a visit if you are a shopaholic.
The next place on the agenda is 'Moorlynch' where I spent half my childhood. I hadn't been back for a proper look around. for close on forty-five years. How it has changed! What used to be cider apple orchards are now taken over by housing. I should think the village is twice the size it was. I have no idea who hands out planning permission but some of the dwellings are massive and wouldn't be out of place amongst some of Spain's more elaborate villas.
Funky's Childhood Home
After downing a pint in the 'Ring o' Bells'
It's off again to Westonzoyland where we visited the parish church.

Groves in a pillar made by soldiers sharpening
weapons prior to the battle

Oooops! Gorn overboard wiv me resizing
Here you can see where history was made. You can see the marks in the pillars where the rebels sharpened their swords on the night before the 'Battle of Sedgemoor' on the 6th of July 1685. There has been a church on this site since before 1268. A bit before my time but not a lot.
Off we whizz again! This time to Watchet with it's ancient port. I have to say I wasn't best impressed. Difficult to get there down really narrow lanes and when you do eventually arrive after risking life and limb, guess what? Its a total let down Nothing to do, unless you are Baxter! there are plenty of posts to be watered and nothing much to see except mud and a shabby light house but there you go.
The price that has to be paid by our own resorts when with airfares to sunnier climes costing less than the fuel for a trip to our own coasts by car! It also has to be said that a dust pan and brush wouldn't go amiss outside most fast food outlets.
So it's back to the caravan and some dinner. A read of the paper a glass of wine and off to the land of nod. Tomorrow we invade the 'badlands' of Devon, see you then
Byeeee