underneath the aches.

its 14:15 on friday......only a day later, but like a fine wine or smelly cheese you cant hurry things. So here it is.. my par de la resistance .... good innit ... ok just average, weston super mare wasnt particularly super.. no sunsets, just a old english seaside town looking like a discarded crisp packet now the sun has gone away and the seasons change from warm rain to cold rain. One day il realise my dream of living by the seaside, id be on the beach all the time in all weathers just watching natures ever changing moods. Its good for the soul.. I walked a good way our to meet the tide, although the sea didnt look choppy the sound seemed to be disproportionate, akin to standing next to a motorway.. The seagulls were keen as always.. i know you shoudlnt but i fed them bits of the fish i had from the chippy,, would like to report that is was nice fish n chips from my usual,, but it wasnt...hence my want not waste not attitude towards the seagulls.. if only though ...those pesky crows are quicker then them, beating the seagulls to the prize every time.
The drive down the M4 to WSM was not boring per say, more.coma inducing.. i pulled into leigh delamere , i felt the thousand yard stare coming on,, not tiredness, its just like being hypnotised as the long boring road crawled the under the wheels of the truck. I broke the spell that the M4 put me under at leigh delmere, didnt take much 3 or 4 minutes, then off again. The drive back i really didnt fancy subjecting myself to the same tedium so elected to go back down the M5 to Taunton, pick up the A358 and then the A303 , and why not... made a change.. Before I got to Stoned henge saw that the military were having nite exercises or something, letting of starburst flares that lit up the underside of the low cloud ,, very effective from a distance. and perhaps the highlight of the day,,, slow news day .. can you tell..