On the coast between Watchet in the east and Minehead in the west lies Blue Anchor – a fisherman’s haunt. We seem to have developed the habit, now the weather is more clement, of having lunch out at the week-end. We settled on the Carew Arms in Crowcombe which has been well and truly documented in this blog, so I persuaded MTL to go via Blue Anchor in the hope of finding something to photograph.
The day was grey so my spirits lightened when I saw a glorious mimosa in full bloom but I knew better than to ask MTL to stop – I could see it would be dangerous. Sure enough about a mile further on there were bunches of flowers where some poor soul had been killed in a road accident. I saw another smaller mimosa but we kept going until we reached the parking by the sea. Funny how one is influenced by one’s parents; mum hated cats and loved mimosa. I’m wary with cats and have always coveted a mimosa tree. Mum tried a couple of times to buy me one, but it never worked out, although the garden has many of her gifts. In turn she was influenced by her father who remembered the trees from his time in
At the small café I saw these two great St Bernards and asked the owner if I could snap them. He agreed and then shyly moved out of shot. They were very friendly aged one and seven but he warned me they would cover me in slobber. I decided to do a brisk walk back to the second mimosa and it was just by the accident shrine. Another swift walk and I was back in the car and off to lunch. Delicious sole with accessories and hot chocolate brownie with ice cream – I eschewed the clotted variety as some sort of fruitless gesture.
