Somerset. I’ve reached my third county. I feel like I am making headway. I have also crossed the 200 mile mark. Since my last post I have left the gorgeous South West Coast Path, and the sea behind. I’ve struck out inland, heading east over Exmoor, headed towards Bridgewater and the Somerset Levels.
After all that sunshine I was starting to feel like I was immune to bad weather. Of course not.
So it’s been a tad damp over the last few days. Especially today. I tramped over the moors, near to Dunkery Beacon, but I’m afraid I saw very little. It was a day to be cocooned in my coat and waterproof clothes. I’m not complaining though. I have been happy as a hippo, and the miles have passed quickly. I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea though. Here’s the path at one point, and also my feet, which have vanished under the water.
When there have been views, it’s been really lovely. Soft rounded hills, ancient walls and hedges, wild Exmoor ponies. And not a soul around.
NB Who knows what ‘dreich’ means?!