So Isobel and I finished the washing and made for the pub. Or at least a lovely riverside terrace where she could do a water colour Jane Austen style and I could lose myself in the light moral philosophy of Isabel dakhousie.all very pleasant and tranquil
Then we visited the church in tiverton and were engaged in conversation which a splendidly charming vicar who offered ton pray for the boys
Hot line to god may have been missing the whiff connection however as the boys meanwhile were engaging in a series of punctures, heading across fields to find succour in non existent farm houses and finally (since neither boy had a working phone on him...) hitting the pay phone
'mum......' and of course that is what we're there for
So they managed to do 65 miles and thence scooped them up in Taunton just before it got dark
Getting to the yha after it had closed was challenging
But eventually we managed to out away plates of pasta very late in street and shortly after, oblivion!
Isobel's side of the story: This morning we woke up refreshed, luckily we weren't overly hot or had just 6 hours sleep. Instead we had a leisurely breakfast and stroked the new kitten, misty over crunchy nut. we took the boys bags from the youth hostel and went on to Glastonbury. we visited the tor, A huge, dramatic hill topped with a 12th century tower. After a breathless walk up the hill we experienced a panoramic view of three counties on a beautiful day. Later dad and I went to 'a garden of tranquility' where the hippy in the pay box said when dad's phone went off: 'such disembodied sounds utter from a human being' I had to bite my lip to stop myself from giggling and I then understood why mum, the skeptic of the century, decided not to go in. After paddling in the pool of tranquility and drinking from the healing fountain, which I have now been forbidden to drink because mum thinks it will make me sick we came to this lovely pub with a nice one-legged cat called smokey and we are going to meet nanda! X
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