Pensford to Wells – Getting Closer 

Today was going to be a road walk as far as I could go in the sticky heat in Somerset. No wind to cool me down and I needed to do my best to make sure I get to Minehead by Wednesday. Every mile today would be one less for subsequent days. Again Martin dropped me off where I’d finished the previous afternoon in Pensford, and I hit the road. The sun was punishing the dried fields  again.

For a Saturday morning the traffic was heavy with the end of school terms in most areas and people going on holiday. Still I kept watchful on the roadside and pressed on, coming into Somerset proper, twinned with Atlantis! 

Global warming has brought about a shift in crops with vineyards quite common down southwest and sweet corn being an established crop.

The road kicked upwards to climb to the top of the Mendip Hills, with this unusual statue of Romulus and Remus being suckled by a wolf. It was made by an Italian prisoner of war in thanks to the local community for accepting the prisoners and treating them well. In stark contrast to the execution of 50 out of 76 allied prisoners of war escaping from Stalag Luft III. Only following orders. 

The road reached the brow of the Mendips and dipped down towards Wells, with Glastonbury Tor as a pimple on the horizon. Great country.

And Wells never fails to disappoint. Look at this cathedral. Wow!

The Main Street was full of character and action.

I carried on from Wells for a mile or so and was picked up by Martin and Linda. I’d had enough in this heat and was dripping in sweat. We visited Linda’s mum in Wells and saw her brother and sister in law there. Gathering of the clan. Then we went home and Martin cooked a great dinner. Another lovely day, and 16 miles done.

Night night.