2nd NOV.PORTISHEAD TO WESTON-SUPER-MARE

This is the 3 month anniversary of the walk so far. It was also a mixed bag.
We set off avoiding the rain shower which was heavy and a common feature of the day the, water proofs were put on and stayed.
We walked out of new build pastel town,  passed the marina with a superman sculpture,  Waitrose and modern office blocks and cafes/resturants. Then as if thrown in some time machine we were going down an ordinary high street,  more familiar.
We followed the roads and lanes in rain showers ,watched dramatic and dark clouds approaching from the west and trying to work out if they would hit us. As we approached Clevedon we left the road cutting up and over through a woodland and golf course.
I contacted the local free paper and AGE UK Clevedon to arrange an a tie in with the walk. All ok but had to find our way there. Asking a chap walking by to hopefully get a pointer. He said he was not local and continued. Saw him later holding a Clevedon street map,  I take it was he did not want to share it.
We weaved our way through streets of Clevedon only with a glimpse of the sea and pier.
The AGE UK shop was in the Triangle and for us up hill. On arrival we were greeted by volunteerers and the busy shop manager Lou. We were given a coffee and J bought a woolly hat to keep his hair out of his eyes. A quick photo and we went for chips before sending the photo to the paper.
Walking out was miserable,  infact this whole stretch to Weston Super Mare was awful. I had tried to work out footpath route,  but having tried walking flat waterlogged fields the footpath stopped at one of many ditches filled with water,  a common feature of this flatand land.
We retraced back to the B road and miserably walked it until we left it for a disused railway now a track. It was ok for a mile but then turned into a muddy pool,  we gave up trying to avoid it and walked through,  fun!
This landscape was of flat fields with ditches almost as fencing. The water sat in large pools in the middle of fields showing how watrrlogged the ground was. Looking at the map there was a crossing over the River Yoe but over private land. The M5 cut nicely through the landscape but we were unable to use it. In a bus shelter in the village of Kingston Seymour I phoned the farm in question. They were not happy about us crossing but were pleased we had gained permission and said ok. I was so relieved as it saved us walking wet fields with poor access and ditches.
We crossed at the sluice then walked via track to windy lane to St Georges. Rain fell.
I booked into a Premier Inn about three miles on,  relieved to find a dry place. It was now dark being 7 , and the walk was a painful and slow,the odd fireworked popped in the dark November sky.
So pleased to get there. Boots off and showered. It was a day of 19 miles,  a horrible miserable day. I was shattered and questioned why I was doing this.