Wednesday and a trip to a seaside haven not previously visited
by this Brit. Clevedon is not the
classic swimming location and in keeping with sister seaside location at Weston
Super Mare; more a mud bath. It was a
very traditional seaside report but its more hidden nature has meant the trappings
of commercialism are not so prevalent.
There is a history here connected with the slave trading on this stretch
of coast. Indeed in most of the places
where land meets sea here on the Bristol Channel there is a reminder of that
trade.
Prior to our jaunt we had to drop Debbie off at the
University of the West of England in Bristol to catch the return bus home.
The promenade and seafront in Clevedon were delightfully
quaint and for a change we were the young folk on the block. It was the Eastbourne of the West with gray
hair and flags flapping in the wind everywhere.
The pier was simple
but again fun. No fuss and bother; just
thousands of commemorative brass plates; the required silly photo opportunity
and Victoriana seats for comfort; a bye-gone age.
I’m not going to mention food; I’ll let the pictures do
that.
For those interested in the style of water closet in times past, here is Marcus emerging from the walkthrough street urinal.
I also need to give a mention to a moment forgotten from
Tuesday and a memorable episode from Blackadder II. Cherie had deliberately ordered the DVD and
from the six episodes on offer we watched Lord Flashheart…
Back to Wednesday and another evening at home in Pilning
with much cleaning of golf clubs in preparation for the game on Thursday at St
Pierre Chepstow a top drawer PGA Course.
Once shining clubs were returned to bags, the assembled throng retired
knackered from exposure to sea air from earlier in the day.
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