It was September when we went to Somerset. It was really warm and lovely lying on the beach near Brean Down, but it was quite cloudy a lot of the time. There was quite a bit of litter on the beach compared to when we visited last year- I was going to say this is probably due to council cuts- but it's not really is it? It's because of people leaving litter.
We tried to work out what this little hatch was for. Any ideas?
I love it here.
So many dogs choose to go to Somerset on their holidays. People pay for expensive "Swimming with Dolphins" experiences, but I reckon "Paddling With Dogs" is just as good.
More muddy dogs.
Hard to pick favourites, but I love this dog above and I didn't get a good photo of Jack (below) . But he came to try and steal our sandwiches and even returned his ball to us which his owner had thrown. Here he is taking a selfie.
We stayed in a holiday park in Brean but on the Saturday took a trip out to Watchet which was lovely. The journey there was very picturesque and pretty spectacular. However, we experienced an assault on our senses we had not experienced before.
In the car, on the way to Watchet, there was a faint smell of - I don't know what to call it- manure? muck? So we wound the windows up sharpish. It was really unpleasant. I know farmers have to do their thing, but I wasn't quite prepared for the acidic burning smell and the overwhelming horrendous odour. It was almost like you could taste it. Jeez, it was pretty disgusting. There was a bit a gagging and I took a bottle of water out and drank from it, in attempt to - oh I don't know what- clean myself? Lord almighty it was disgusting.
But it only lasted a while and we drove on towards Watchet. We were about fifteen minutes from our destination when I saw it. A huge beast of a machine in a field by the side of the road. I've never seen anyone doing it before, you know, actual muck spreading. We thought the worst was was over with the earlier onslaught and we'd open the windows to let the fresh air in.
Yeah, we had opened the windows to let the fresh air in. Such idiots.
As soon as I saw the machine spluttering the black filth over the fields, everything started happening in slow motion. I am not joking. The stench, the vile, bitter sulfurous blackness hit the nose first but within milliseconds it hit the tastebuds. It made it's way from the nose to the mouth within seconds and then it ninja kicked the nervous system. Jesus. I've never known anything like it. I felt fear, anxiety and panic. I experienced every primordial sensation I had ever had, along with some I hadn't. And inexpicably, inexplicably, I felt ashamed! I could taste it in my mouth and it made me feel SHAME . Why did I feel ashamed? It was so horrendous, tasting manure in your mouth like that.
Some of the things I said to Mr. Tip during this time were "Help Me! For the love of God, help me!" and I said "Pass the water, I need to rinse my mouth" and I said "Oh my Christ, I feel ashamed" and he said " I know, I do too". Actually he didn't say that at all, he just started laughing at me which was bad because he was choking on the smell and trying to drive the car and trying to drink water and laughing at me because I said I felt ashamed.
So yeah, there was that.
But we made it to Watchet. And it was lovely.
There was tiny little museum which was really,actually awesome- this part of it was previously a jail. It had LOADS of cool stuff in there like 2000 year old coins and fossils and war letters and postcards.
I liked the boating pool, even if it didn't look like the illustration.
We went back to Brean, to the holiday camp that night and something magical happened. It was almost like we knew nothing as bad as the muck spreader could ever happen again. Everything was going to be okay.
We strolled around the resort, had a pint in a lovely pub which had a beer garden in the sand dunes and went to the amusement arcade. That's when I won this.
Just one 50p in the machine won me this bear with a Recommended Retail Price of £75.
Walking around with this was like being a celebrity- admiring glances, envy, wonder and awe all came my way. To be honest, I don't think the celebrity lifestyle is for me as all the interest got a litttle bit too much. So we made our way back to the chalet. Stopped for a quick pint on the way in the holiday camp. There was a drunk woman there ranting about - actually I don't know what- she hated homeless people and she hated rich people and something about - I don't know, I think she just hated everyone. She finished her rant and took a swig of her drink and then sat down on a bench made of fresh air.
It was the best day of my life.
So much so, we went back to Somerset again this weekend! I'll post about that soon!