The ancient mariner...

Had a chilly night, parked up by the harbour, in a small town called Watchet, just north of Minehead. The harbour was the inspiration for Samuel Coleridge to write The Ancient Mariner, while he was living in a nearby village, and a sculpture of said mariner, with the albatross round his neck, stands on the quay. ‘Ancient’? Hell, he looks younger than me…

I had a beer in a little pub last night, also on the quay. When I opened the door to leave, I walked into a broom cupboard. That gave the locals a laugh, though the landlady tried to save my blushes. “You’re not the first to do that”, she lied…