It was raining when we left the sanctuary of the Queen Victoria in Priddy but were we downcast?
No, because we were playing ball in the shelter of the Ebbor Woods ...
... though at times it could have been the jungles of Borneo.
It was a sloshy scramble up through the gorge to the top of the cliffs ...
... but the view of rain elsewhere was pleasing.
Here's a suitably dramatic aspect over to Glastonbury Tor.
... and a very fierce bear.
... that's Ellie!
And the sun came out and lit the tower of St Cuthbert's, Wells, in the distance ...
... and turned my hair the colour of a pumpkin.
And then it was home time.