Cheddar Gorge. Not made out of cheese as one might think but
rather England’s biggest gorge riding up so,e 500 feet and very
steeply too, we can both attest.
The Gorge is a world renowned beauty spot, is a nature reserve and
wildlife haven. It is also the location of a number of natural caves a a
series of prehistoric early man findings, including one whole
specimen that dated back 9,000 years, and another some 80,000 to
90,000 years old, complete with his flint tools. It seems that the
concept of a man, his cave (these days aka a shed) and his tools was
alive and kicking, even then. Haha.
Oh my lord, it was a steep climb up the gorge. It seemed to be
almost vertical in large sections where you had to walk leaning right
over just to stay upright. We scaled up it like a couple of mountain
goats, albeit ones that needed a stop in the shade every so often.
Once at the top, the view was rather lovely, but it did look a bit like
looking out of an airplane. 500 feet….as if. Looked more like 5,000
feet to me. Rather than traverse the other side of the gorge, we
walked back between them, along the road. I’m really glad we did,
as you got the best appreciation of the size of it, as well as a cooling
breeze from the occasional cave. Lovely.
Once back in the village we took ourselves off for a cleansing ale for
Chris (his first non ice cold beer) and a cream tea for me. Well a
cream coffee perhaps. No Devonshire teas here – they are called
cream teas. Also picked up a nice local chutney and local Cheddar
cheese. How could you not!
A late BBQ dinner and perhaps we’ll check out the local beach