Quantocks

We walked up on to the top of the Quantock ridge - it was so warm and barely a breath of air even on the tops.
What wonderful poetry and politics were aired and conceived up here.
I love the idea of the locals being suspicious and a government spy being dispatched to check up on them. He overheard them talking and thought they had given him the nickname 'Spy Nosy' ... they were of course not the least bit interested and were far more involved in their conversations on Spinoza. I love that such stories survive to today.

Heading down we picked a few field mushrooms and then went on to visit Coleridge's cottage which has changed so much since I was last there. It's beautifully presented with a beautiful wild garden. I drew water from Coleridge's well and we had tea and cake before starting on the next leg north.

(My apologies for not keeping up and participating much here lately x)