If Money Talks Then In Bruton It Says “Art Market”


Hauser & Wirth Somerset - Under Overcast Skies
Hauser & Wirth Somerset – Under Overcast Skies

Sometimes we do something or visit somewhere and it is fairly straightforward to write about it; travelogue style pieces that essentially say we went here and saw that.  However occasionally we do or see something that provokes a deeper response in me and I then find it quite hard to think about how to write about it to the extent that I wonder whether I should or not.  That is because my response will mean that I have to share something about myself and my feelings and opinions with the “world” that I may not think is entirely politic.  Even writing this paragraph falls into that category and leads me to ponder what exactly is the purpose of the blog and why I am writing it.  When I am “stuck” over a post in this way I always know as I will often start it and then scrap it; write the first paragraph and decide it is not right; give it one title and then change it and sometimes abandon it altogether.  All of this except the abandoning have been true of this post.

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Black Swan Routes and Unexpected Megaliths


We're aarll doooomed!
We’re aarll doooomed!

We have been successfully motoring around Britain for the last 15 months under the faithful guidance of our TomTom SatNav without which we would have been quite lost.  It is very reassuring to know that when you enter a destination – and here in the UK just a postcode is all you need – that TomTom will take you there, even if, sometimes, it can be a bit of a magical mystery tour as it takes you diving off onto single track country lanes from which one wonders if one will ever emerge.  Up until very recently the answer has always been, yes, despite seemingly impossible burrowings into the English countryside.

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Fish & Chips and Other Seafood Dishes


The Red Lion at Clovelly
The Red Lion at Clovelly

Travelling from place to place, from hotel to B&B to hotel means eating out all the time which can definitely be a mixed blessing.  At each new town there is always the “adventure” of finding a suitable restaurant nearby for how one is feeling that night, for the type of town one is in.  In Devon and especially in Cornwall the fishing industry means that eating fish is almost a necessity so over six nights I ate fish five times as well as having smoked salmon at breakfast with my scrambled eggs on some mornings.  So, how did these meals compare?  Two were some variation on the traditional “fish and chips” and the others were more sophisticated meals at more or less stylish restaurants.

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