Monday, 18 May 2015

Porlock Weir

Last week on my birthday we went to Porlock Weir. It's a small fishing village just down the coast from us (about an hour if you get caught behind a tractor trimming the verges). Weir
Tiny really tiny.

The weather was fantastic, the drive superb in the Alfa with the roof down, heading west along the A39 coast road. The place itself like many of the northern coastal towns of the southwest, almost entirely isolated end of the road destinations. That may sound obvious, but in the context of many of the southern coastal towns, there is a road in one side and out the other. Along the north, there is a road in that is the road out, hanging off the A39 like a tendril, and very often those roads are little more than farm tracks. The north coast of southwest is very different to the south coast of the southwest.

The road in and out
Birthday day out ... birthday suit, there is a story behind this.

You can make all the buildings disappear by walking to the waters edge.
We didn't do much while we were there, a short walk (me knackered from work the day before, Amanda still having knee problems), a quick scoot round (superb handmade glassware) and a pint before a civilised drive home.

Sheltered Bay (sort of)

Coast path yonder (campsite over there, we will be going back asap).

A bit more wibble.

It feels like we haven't done much in months, however the photographic record begs to differ. The issue (if there is one) is that I haven't been writing anything other than cover letters and doing more CV tailoring, and in-between times working some very odd days at the garden centre. There are a couple of things to know about this: 1. it's the most exhausting thing I've ever done to make money (and I spent three weeks hodding bricks once when I was made redundant). 2. It takes a day at least to recover from working for two days, mentally and physically (defined as so physically exhausted the brain just can't function at a higher level, this isn't to say that the job isn't enjoyable in its basic form, but it leaves little time for us and our shenanigans ). 3. I'm in project mode and need to earn some more money and get my `every other weekend' back so Amanda and I can do stuff together.

Sarah Harrisons' Hawaiian Themed Birthday Party (before it got all drunken and silly :-) )
Aside from this we've been putting all our data stuff up into the cloud. it's taken since the 9th of March until maybe seven days ago to get the basics done. Primarily because BT only guarantee download speed not upload speed. So shifting 229gb of data when upload is 0mbps (yes zero megabits per second), tends to add an overhead. And despite complaints about the service from all quarters BT are quite content to offer platitudes and take your money ... and laugh in your face.

Waveney Down
BARB Burnham on Sea rescue 

St Audries Bay waterfall

We've been to Cyprus for 12 nights but we really didn't do much apart from drinking like teenagers, and sharing some time with a group of our friends from the UK, it's been a while since we all amassed in one place for a jolly, and a grand time was had by all.
Kilve Beach

The North Jurrassic Coast ...Triassic as well and much in between

Moho is currently off the road with a damaged CV gaiter and brake line (which I can tell you was very exciting for the few seconds it took me to realise that I couldn't stop the van while trying to pull out of our turning). But this has inconvenienced us little as Amanda has a new toy, to whit an Alfa (not Alpha ... I tweeted it wrong and haven't heard the last of it) Romeo Spyder.
Moho's new chum
So that's us for now. coasting without a plan, other than for the garden. Back to being skint again ... I think on balance we are pretty shit with money and live in the now. Though if you were to ask me I'd say I'm careful and considered, reality appears to make me at worst a fibber and at best delusional.
Here's a few pics from the last few weeks.

Kilve Beach

Balancing Rocks

A Buzzard
Super Spring Tide
Clifton Suspension Bridge

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