Today we sadly had to say goodbye to this phenomenal region of the country, waving farewell to the crystal (if chilly) waters of the lake and its vine-covered banks. Still, there are a couple of dozen bottles in the boot to make sure the emotional comedown isn't too severe.
Savouring the bouquet...before downing it.
It would be rude not to buy a few, wouldn't it.
Somerset kids.
Unfortunately, "cider" in North America means apple juice. Yes, there are some things that foreigners just get wrong, and you have to ask for "hard cider" to get actual cider. Ugh. That independence from the motherland isn't looking so good now, is it?
Unfortunately, "cider" in North America means apple juice. Yes, there are some things that foreigners just get wrong, and you have to ask for "hard cider" to get actual cider. Ugh. That independence from the motherland isn't looking so good now, is it?
Only one person was brave enough to paddle.
Well, two; childhood and second childhood.
Cheers!
Proud parenting moments #274 on the journey home, but sometimes you just need a break from singing "The Wheels on the Bus".
We passed Ikea on the way back, and you have to stop at Ikea if you're passing. If you've been wine tasting beforehand the experience is even more surreal than usual...
