Somerset killed my sock

31 Jul
Won’t get away without mentioning that my wonderfully surreal weekend involved climbing Norton-Sub-Hamdon church tower, celebrating 112 years since it was struck by lightning, going on a 4 mile walk in the pouring rain to get a cup of tea in shoes that are certainly not waterproof, getting lost amongst stinging nettles and cows that looked at us like we were idiots, taking refuge in a church en route, burning a hole in one of my socks trying to get them dry on an electric heater, and almost being caught in the act of vacuuming the mud out of the church carpet by the organist who entered just as we were putting on our ruined socks.
Simon… life was dull without you.
road trip socks

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