Thursday. Barnstaple to Taunton with lunch at the crossing of the Exe.
There were five of us this morning, there are only four this evening, but we must go on. A longish day with quite a lot of hills, a lovely pub lunch in the sunshine, beautiful scenery with views of Exmoor across the valley to the north and a wonderful reception and evening in Taunton. Continue reading “Man down, hills up – day 4”