A cold and frosty start did not deter some barmy folks from going out and having fun, even before breakfast
First , it was off to a local farm shop for fresh meat; I went with Jann, in his car and snapped the frosty lanes through the car windows.
Inevitably, on the way back along the narrow lanes, we caught up with a bunch of horses being exercised.
After the meat was sorted, we were off again, for Wells. This time, Dom and I followed the others in our car, and we took a familiar route giving us a view of Glastonbury Tor on the horizon.
We entered Wells from Morrison’s car park. Walking through back streets to the moat around Wells Cathedral. Reflections in the still water of the moat were magical.
Further along, birds wrinkled the surface as they floated about, waiting for occasional bounty from passers-by.
A flock of seagulls had come inland, betokening poor weather on the coast. They made a racket up and down the moat before settling along the top of the wall, or vying with swans and ducks at the corner, where people had gathered to watch them.
A little boy was still standing and looking at the birds, reluctant to tear himself away from them, as I turned towards the arched exit from the moat area …
….. into the sunlit market place.
It struck me as quite a ‘Hippy’ market in some areas. There was a stall where someone was selling glass ornaments identical to those I made when I was learning to solder bits of glass together. Home grown vegetables were great; we actually found red and green Kale in whole leaves, [not chopped up in bits like that which is sold in supermarkets …yuk!] Down the central aisle were varieties of meat and pastry and bread products. I like it.
After a leisurely wander around crowded Wells, popping into bookshops, Charity shops, a coffee shop for a snacky lunch, and finding beautiful red as well as crisp, green Curly Kale, [NOT cut into fragments supermarket-wise yuk!] we returned via the way we came in, with warm tummies and bags of books!
Past the busy, happy water-birds …..
….. past the Bishops’ Palace of Wells, where Bishop Ted was waiting to join us …..
….. out and again around the moat and the birds and a stream, and trees and a lovely home coveted by Judith, and on to Morrison’s car park, where we retrieved our vehicles for a drive to the Christmas Tree Plantation: and that’s another story.
Anne ….. Wells Revisited on December 9th, 2017.