Our tent is pitched at the far end of a linear campsite, abutting the river Exe which is about 12 foot wide here running briskly over a rocky bed. It's making the sound that your WC makes when it won't stop flushing - some people would call that romantic but I'm wondering how well I'll sleep tonight.
These little midges flying around my head. I haven't been bitten (yet) but what do they live on? What's the ecology? Cooing doves decorate the evening sky .. or pigeons infest the air with their raucous cries: you decide.
We visited Dunster Castle today in the heat and it was a delight, the gardens populated with colourful, exotic plants. Our meal this evening in the pub local to the campsite was also rewarding - the landlord denied having wifi but seemed unaware I could piggyback on his BT Internet connection via BT FON. Bandwidth again after a day deprived!
Here are some pix. Dunster Castle, a couple of pictures of us in our tent-home, after our meal in the local pub. Apologies for such intense parochialism.
|The old tent - up again|
|A babbling brook|
|The pub at Bridgetown|