Last night was the first occasion I was camped near shops. I took the opportunity to broaden my diet. A full packet of mixed salad was wolfed down, kippers in sunflower oil were lovely, Smash was OK as a filler, a big tub of strawberry yoghurt was divine. I did not have room for the tin of fruit cocktail so had that followed by muesli for breakfast. I departed from my usual tea and had a bottle of beer. A splendid meal.
In a small tent you have to be very methodical where things are put. There is only one place they can go, on the ground. So how, in a tent only slightly bigger than a sleeping bag, can I have mislaid my pen? How when packing up this morning, with everything having its set place in the rucsack, can it still not appear? I shall be very annoyed to discover that I have carried it all the way to John O’Groats.
I stayed at Cheddar Bridge Touring Park. Exceptionally friendly and helpful staff with spotless facilities. Hot showers big enough such that there was no danger of getting your clothes wet.
This morning was spent re-stocking and planning future logistics over a cup of coffee .
This afternoon I had just 10 m along the Strawberry Line (the old Yatton to Wells railway line). It was a delight with good views.
Axbridge is a fine town with lots of old houses. The Post Office was a low ceilinged room straight off the street with duckets around the side, and two bicycles parked in the middle of the room.
Me nearly three weeks into the walk.
Fine parkland N of Axbridge.
The route briefly detoured through an orchard (I think apples as I subsequently passed a cider farm).
This evening I am the only person at Oak Farm Touring Park another friendly and spotless site.
