Somerset greets me with a very stiff breezy mist with the threat of rain.
Even on the roads it was hard to walk in a straight line, I must have looked like a drunken sailor walking down the road.
I liked this picture of an AA box at the top of Porlock Hill. They must have been quite a common sight on our roads once upon a time. These days with cars being more reliable and most people having mobile phones, there does not seem to be a need for them.
I took the toll road down from Porlock Hill which offered a bit of respite and shelter from the wind. From what I could see, it would have been quite a scenic and gentler descent down Porlock Hill. The toll both, half way down, was just a shed opposite a house. Nobody was in it, just an honesty box on the shed door.
I diverted off the toll road to Porlock Weir which used to be a working harbour, but is now used by the local yachtsmen. From here, I finished today with a walk into Porlock village, with its narrow main street and little shops.