My view this morning. This is Worlebury, an enclave of Weston super Mare. In the thirty years I've lived here this is the first time in this road. The reason being Julie had wanted to visit a pop-up-tapdancing-shop at Worlebury Golf Club, and upon arrival the car park was full. Who knew such things existed? All because Julie has taken up tap dancing as a form of recreation, and some tappety-tap shoes would be sensible, as tap dancing in training shoes isn't quite the same. Anyway it turns out the shoes she saw this morning were too costly. Plan B then, the internet. Meanwhile while all this excitement was happening in the Golf Club, I was parked in this street enjoying the view of some horse evacuation and an Orcado van. Fabulous.
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