My final post catching up with the beasts from the east that brought snow to Somerset.
Somerset’s famous limestone gorge is a great place for a walk. Last week I walked around the gorge starting at the top. The pure white snow looked so clean and fresh, like a washing powder advert, constrasting against the limestone walls.
At the top of the Mendip Hills the gorge gradually deepens as you follow a winding road down towards Cheddar.
At the top of the gorge, in the most exposed position you could find, is a yew tree. There is probably nothing this tree does not know about weather.
Finally you reach the classic viewpoint of the gorge overlooking the vertical pinnacles. Today, in the wind and slippery conditions, I did not fancy going too close to the edge to see the road winding its way far down in the valley.