I flew from Knock to Bristol. Typical Brian Hare. Moved from Shannon to the West of Ireland. It was a very early start and a long drive for Mrs Northsider.
I met my friend at Bristol Airport and we caught a really cheap bus to Weston Super Mare. Caught a train to Bridgewater after being told by a chatty man no-one wants to live there.
It's a bit down and out in parts but it looks like it was a former market town that made its trade from the river.
We waited for a bus that took us to a cemetery a few miles before Nether Stowey. It was tea time and we started walking along an extremely busy A road.
We attempted to walk on grass verges but it was very dicey. A young man pulled up in a Volkswagen Golf and insisted he gave us a lift. His friend had his back broken walking along the same road last December. These dangerous roads were going to be a feature of our next few days.
The motorist took us to a camp site. They wished for card payment but eventually after a telephone interrogation accepted cash.
The campsite had a lot of caravan residents from the nuclear power station Hinkley Point. It's the areas main employer and even provides bus transport for the workers. This service is not available to walkers like us sadly.
I have never been so close to a nuclear power station and having voted Labour all my life would never agree to having such places. Hey Mr Starmer do you agree?
Next morning we got up early and left our tents pitched and set off to find Coleridge Cottage. We met a lovely lady picking up discarded motorists litter out of the goodness of her heart. We put the world to rights and had a chat and she told me she was a smallholder like yours truly. She also gave us an excellent mental map of how to get to our literary destination.