I haven't seen my nephew and his wife in ages and a trip up to Somerset pretty near to where this guy hangs out beside the M5 motorway has been planned since before Christmas. We're due there today and were going to head out after breakfast this morning. In spite of the grim weather I hadn't ruled out making the journey yesterday. 'You're bloody mad.' said 'My Boys' and 'My Other Boys'. I'd met them in the pub for the meat draw. I didn't win a sausage. Ha! Geddit?!
What my friends don't give me credit that I risk assess anything important. I may seem outwardly blase but underneath the fluffiness there's a sensible head on these shoulders. I'll take the necessary measures to stay safe. As a starter I've just peeped at the M5 motorway camera at Taunton. Yikes! Setting off soon would be way too scary even if there isn't many daft buggers on the road. There's still a yellow weather warning in place for ice that puts my mental brakes on too. We'll aim to arrive this afternoon instead of nice and early. The other thing is that where we're going in impassable to 4x4s or tractors. So a little stroll will be needed with rucksacks and supplies to avoid a 'highly likely' event of a Czech built car being impacted into a hedgerow.
Is Somerset shut? Maybe. But I'm planning on giving the metaphorical door a good shove just to see! The village shop near whether my nephew lives looks like it has been ransacked. He's hoping that I can bring goodies with me if we decide its a goer. Operation Willow Man seems to be on. Auntie to the rescue! I promise that it can be postponed if danger to life, limb and a little blue Skoda looks anywhere near likely.