Goddam Europeans take me back to beautiful England
We had a discussion last night as to why we took an anti-clockwise route. I think it was because we didn’t want to hit Weston and then spend the first couple of hundred pages talking about Wales in what is really a pean to a bygone England.
It does mean that the really arduous part is last, loads of two hour plus drives along wind-y bendy roads that scream “Araf” at you when you least expect it. To get back on the motorway home later today will be a blessing, suspect the feeling of returning to England will be as good as hitting that last goddam pier.