Said goodbye to Pose and got a film developed in Jessops (one of my favourite things about Somerset: how the people in Jessops pronounce 'lustrrrrre'). Had a wander round the Museum of Somerset, a browse in the Oxfam bookshop, then a spot of lunch in the park.

In the afternoon me and G went for a 'little walk' which turned into an epic cross-country adventure through fields and over gates and down tiny country lanes where we had to squish into the hedges when tractors went past. Had a couple of "it's definitely this way" arguments, and we got a bit hangry.

Finally got home, made dinner, ate dinner, then went for a drive up the Quantocks. The plan was to catch the sunset. We leapt out of the car and ran to the edge of the field just in time to see the last tiny sliver of orange sun. Still pretty though.