Saturday, 28 June 2014

Ted, You Are A Mucky Pup

Through monsoonaiacal rain to Uphill - because sometimes you have to make a leap of faith.  And it is still raining on the Quantocks ... 


... not to mention a tad gloomy up behind us ... 


... but over Brean Down and Steepholm, it's fine. 

Today, constellations of butterfly shells litter the edge where sand gives way to mud.

Not paying any attention to the shells or the bright yellow warning signs is a person, out there on the mud and just visible (here ringed in red).  Maybe they know the lie of the land (which is often untruthful around here). 

As for Ted ...

... well, he can't bloody read, can he?


Chill, Muh, and 'ave a cuppa tea.


Arf!














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