Saturday, 9 September 2023

Bristol to Rural Somerset Campsite

After meeting my friend at Bristol Airport, we made our way down to Weston-Super-Mare on a bus for only five-pound.

From the picturesque Weston-Super-Mare train station:


We travelled to Bridgwater train station:

Which also had a quaint quality:

Loved the wooden bridge over the train tracks:

Bridgwater itself appeared a bit run down but it looked like it'd once been a thriving market town based on the river:


With there still being plenty of interesting-looking buildings and statues in the town centre:


Which a few tourists appreciated:


From Bridgwater, we caught a bus to Cannington, the Cemetery to be precise, from where we tried walking the A-roads to find a campsite we had in mind.

As it happened, a very kind young man stopped in his car and insisted on taking us to a campsite that he knew of, as a friend of his had been badly injured on the dangerous A-road we were walking. 

As a small thank you, I gave the very kind Good Samaritan a small bottle of vodka that I'd bought at Warsaw Modlin Airport in the morning. The young man was reluctant to take it but I insisted on him doing so.

Five to ten minutes later, we were booking into a campsite that had a bar, shop, chippy, and offered all kinds of social and sports activities.

But it was incredibly wet and damp:


Still, my friend from Ireland finally got his hands on a beloved British beer:

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