A slight feeling of Groundhog-Day today as we sped through the Somerset countryside. For the last few years many, indeed the majority of my weekends, have been spent in Wiltshire often involving spending Saturday mornings in a cafe or waiting for Julie at an equestrian centre. However this is coming to an end as Julie has sold her house and in the short term at least we'll be based in Somerset, North Somerset to be precise. And it feels good. Many a discussion lies strewn on the battlefield of decision making; could I commute the 110 miles a day to Wiltshire, could Julie move to Somerset and give up her gardening work? These endless phonecalls and chats have gone on for a long time, now though with her house (hopefully) sold the decision to come west has been made. Today then was the first weekend really that we travelled about Somerset with a renewed purpose and vigour; Julie to put down roots here for the first time and for me to re-establish my lapsed roots. These two images then typified the day, doing things we would do in Wiltshire, but now 50 miles further west - coffee in the Eco-Bites cafe as part of the Avalon Marshes Craft Centre and my sitting in a car in Burtle while Julie asked the owner of this riding establishment about lessons and what they offered. After all the lengthy discussions, it feels good to be moving forward now, a positive chapter in the footsteps of life we are both taking.
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