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Things to do in Exmoor: West Somerset Railway

On a sunny spring Sunday morning what better is there to do than queue in an old fashioned ticket hall and purchase ‘proper’ tickets for a ride on a steam train?

We travelled in a 1950s carriage pulled by the Black Prince steam locomotive engine from Minehead to Blue Anchor were we alighted and ate an elevenses of victoria sandwich* and cups of tea from a flask in the quiet sunshine of the Up Platform before walking back along the beach all the way into Minehead.

West Somerset Railway (Minehead to Bishops Lydeard, Someset)

All images by me

*See here for American readers


Signs of spring

Lamby lambkins and sunshine and yoga and visits to Glastonbury with friends from London. Walks along beaches, through woodland in near darkness accompanied by owls calling in the twilight and across moorland in the evening sunshine. Pub lunches and dinners. 18 deer walking in a line along a ridge as the sun set. Dreams of whippets.

{More posts to come very soon but the incompetence of our landlady meant our broadband was cut off}.

And this week I am going back to London on Wednesday for 5 whole days…

{Images by me}

What a difference a month makes

This is my fourth week of work. The hardest yet. People have forgotten that I am new, I am starting to become part of the furniture. Which shows I am integrating well but also means things get quite hard. People cut you some slack when you can’t find something, or forget their name, or get  lost driving in Exmoor in your first week. Four weeks down the line and they forget you don’t know.

My life seems suspended in parts. There is the work, which thankfully is good, and seems to be going ok. Then there is weekends with my Husband which are amazing and feel like we are on honeymoon. And then there are the weeknights. Where I have plenty to do but I miss London and my friends something terrible. I miss the life I used to lead: friends and fashion and vintage clothes and swanky bars and high heels and wearing boots to work. I feel old and middle-aged here, caught in the middle because we are married but not parents. I feel like I don’t really fit in. Sometimes I want to stop the roundabout and get off. Go back to my old, comfortable life. But, oh yes, that’s right. I chose to come here.

Somerset definitely has it’s own time. And it’s own ways. Pre-payment electricity meters. Oil tanks instead of gas bills. A council who collect recycling once a week, insist they know your postcode better than you do, who refuse to collect your refuse because “it’s not in a black bag” and who charge you extra to collect garden waste. There are plenty of great things down here but some days, when the bank has eaten your husband’s card for the 3rd time in almost as many weeks and you have pmt and it is London Fashion Week and you were invited to loads of shows and parties but couldn’t go, it doesn’t seem as great as London did.

But then, we’ve had two sunny weekends of two sunny days in a row. And I sunbathed. And wore raybans and red lipstick. And took photos of the snow that we had in the week.

Exmoor snow 4

Exmoor snow 3

Exmoor snow 2

Exmoor snow 1

{images by me}