Carving up Taunton

First up the boys ran around town dropping the hire car off and getting the girls into town so they could look around the shops and.... do the sort of things that girls do when looking around shops. The boys went off to play golf. Gotta love a day of stereotyping whilst visiting far off lands. The golf course is an intelligent use of available space on the grounds of an old manor house which has the space for only 9 holes which they extend to 18 by having multiple approaches to the same green.

Being on old grounds they are obviously not allowed to cut down significant trees. Even if they are directly in the way. This led to some interesting outcomes with some fabulous shots being rudely interrupted by broughs getting in the way. We discovered some magical qualities of the course. We had steam trains distracting putts, fighter jets screaming overhead. Moles (in the ground), squirrels, stinging thistles, ball gobbling drains and mysterious fairways that you can run a ball along, see where it went and still not find it.

Lack of adaptive skill level aside, a great time was had. The grey clouds were strangely missing all day. Making it seem warm and even more effectively making the autumn leaves glow in spectacular fashion. Very unlike what we know England for. Possibly something Brexit could fix. Maybe not the weather itself but the reputation it has. So whilst the boys were carving up Cedar Falls golf course the girls were carving the centre of Taunton. The non-blogger wheeled Polly around the various shops proving that a licence is really required to perform this task safely. Not so much for the person in the chair but more so for the unsuspecting public anywhere in the vacinity. Large L-plates may have helped, failing that a sign saying "sorry" may have made some recipients of hurt feet and the occasional ankle scrape somewhat better. However due to that lack of planning (and training) the public had to suffer the unexpected pain and accept the verbal apologies being sprayed around with frequent abandon and many laughs to boot. The threats to sue were not fullfilled and so the population of the town will slowly forget. The dints in the town's infrastructure will remain as reminders for much longer.

An afternoon break watching local TV which was Pointless (name of the show - not time spent...LOL). Dinner at the Merry Monk (aren't they all after having a few?) was a feast for royalty based on the carvery method. The atmosphere was very "Olde worlde", the company delightful and the stroll home under the almost full moon very merry indeed. Just like the Monks - so that worked.