Porlock Weir

It was a long drive from the north coast of Cornwall - lots of it on narrow roads with roundabouts every four kilometres or so. Part of the way we drove through Exmoor National Park. I was hoping to get a glimpse of the famous Exmoor ponies that live wild here but they proved to be as illusive as the moose at home.

Porlock Weir Hotel and boats aground

Finally we arrived on the north coast of Somerset. This is directly across from the south coast of Wales. The weather has been alternately rainy, cold, cloudy, windy and sunny. Porlock Weir is a little fishing village at the end of the road.

 We had booked a room in a quirky old hotel not knowing that this was the weekend of the fundraising event for the Lifeboat Society. We did our bit to support the cause. T
here were 20 different craft beers a day plus 12 different ciders from which to choose. There was live music all day too.

We took a walk along the footpath that lead along the beach and by the marsh. Trees have died over the years due to the encroachment of the salt water.