Last weekend, I was working in Minehead on the Somerset coast.
I'll admit, I wasn't holding out much hope. The name itself, 'Minehead' conjured up images of depressed ex-mining towns with pollution, decay and feral youths.
Well, I'm pleased to report, I was wrong. Minehead's lovely.
The weather was a typical English spring - grey and slightly misty. I know that a lot of people wouldn't like this but I think it makes everything romantic and intimate.
Minehead's a small town. It only took me about 20 minutes to walk along the beach to the hill in the picture.
The beach was full of interesting finds.
There was a lot of driftwood. According to Wikipedia, these are the remains of an ancient submerged forest.
The tide went out a very long way, about half a mile.
There was some pretty little cottages towards the harbour.
I loved this little church. The building adjoining it to the left was a pub. I guess it's a case of sinning and repenting without having to walk too far.
There was a small nod to the gaudiness of an English seaside resort...
but generally the town was pretty and quiet. Worth a visit, in my books.