On Sunday, I set off on a big of a walk that was intended as a minor journey of ‘self-rediscovery‘. I’ve been lacking a bit of inspiration to go heading off too far at this time of year and, as always, I like to try and reduce my petrol usage. It made sense to leave the car at home and set off from my front door in Wrington.
My destination was Backwell. A village in which I attended secondary school and, for a period of six-years, I lived on the southern skirt of the village – not a million miles from where I live today.