I was coming to the end of my summer holiday in West Somerset using my static caravan at Butlin’s in Minehead, as a base. The weather had not been kind to us for the past week ranging from strong winds coming up the Bristol Channel, to sudden and quick rain storms and occasional bursts of sunshine. It had been predicted that the weather would improve this day and it did with a vengeance with a scorching sun and high temperatures.
Myself and my supportive partner Teenah had already decided that we would have a proper day out in Devon combining with the need for Connie to ‘flower’, a visit to two small railways both for the first time in girl-mode.