Nora and I got into trouble today on the M5 motorway, which was closed for six hours following an accident. So, desperate to give her something to eat and let her out for a wee, I took the exit for Clevedon, intending to find a different route through to the Quantocks.
Nora didn’t seem to mind having her lunch on the pavement and she enjoyed a short walk along the promenade overlooking Clevedon Marine Lake. It was very sedate and a little faded but sweet; full of pensioners having lunch in the windy sunshine and walking their dogs.
P.S. I should probably mention that Nora is a dog.