Thursday, 4 April 2013

Porlock Weir

There are some places in the world that just feel right. Like all the ley lines, chakras and good calm karma have converged in one place making me feel I ought to be there. Porlock Weir has this affect on me, and Bossington next door. Beautiful rugged Somerset coast line, no one about, fisherman's cottages all wild and cosy - it's a romantic sort of place.

Porlock Weir

The sea starts to be a clearer blue from Porlock Weir, on its way down to Cornwall. Most of Somerset owning a muddy, silty brown kind of sea. Today the sea was full of white horses, feisty and full of life. The pebbly beach had interesting stones which P enjoyed weighing herself down with. The shops were shut or empty and a little cafe at the end of the village was selling Thai noodles, a very odd eccentricity on the edge of Exmoor. 


It just felt so good to be here.
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4 comments:

  1. Hazel4 April 2013 at 20:15

    Ooh, I love it there too! In fact I love that whole area. Lucky you.

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  2. Sarah4 April 2013 at 21:40

    A gorgeous Easter holiday break with the kids....blimey it's cold though! Thanks for reading x

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  3. Lyn5 April 2013 at 22:14

    We were there the day before and I felt exactly the same! I have never felt so ''right'' somewhere,only ever felt like that up on my beloved Mendip hills or Glastobury

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  4. Sarah6 April 2013 at 08:19

    What a coincidence! Yes I feel exactly the same about Glastonbury and lots of places in Wiltshire - used to live in Lambourn which was just in Berkshire but as soon as I crossed into Wiltshire about 3 miles away, the world felt just right again!

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