A rebel without a clue.

Obviously I misunderstood what the host of the B&B meant. He made me a pack lunch to take with me, but it's possibly a fraction of what I expected. If what he left me to consume before a long day ahead... I'll fail to walk many many miles happily - the old saying that an army marches on its stomach is accurate. Some breeze during the night woke me as it shock the sash windows and the toilet door. It took a while to locate where the constant rattling noise was coming from. Then I struggled with the duvet which was too heavy and put too much pressure on my feet. The bed which I took to be a king sized afair is actually two singles so I could only sleep on one side for fear of being woken. In bed I find any impediment at the edges a cause for concern and I always awake whenever my foot touches a footboard or finds the edge or feels suffocated in the bed. The better of the two pubs appears to be the George with its plentiful doggies. The Ancient Mariner was where I ate. They ha...

In Pedwell a retired couple helped me to recover from the attack of hayfever. She made me a strong tea with plenty of sugar. He slipped me a twenty pound note and told me to enjoy a Ploughman's lunch. Finding nowhere open I made my own picnic. The cash went into cider! Had a half an hour break and brunch in Spaxton. The ladies in the Post Office Village Shop were very helpful and even made me a cafeterie coffee. I've just eaten the strawberries from Warren's Fruit Farm, but I am almost out of energy today. It's so humid. A few tempting spots of rain taking the piss! Set off again at just gone eleven down ancient footways to the Pomewater Lane Greenway and I'm hoping to stumble to the Foxy Bean Cafe shortly. Exhausted. That was a very tiring 11 miles. Tomorrow must be different as I really need to be nearer to Lynton than I am today. Nether Stowey is a pretty village at the base of the Quantocks. Tomorrow I go back up the hill on Castle Street to join the Coleridge W...