Cheddar is a place that looks like it belongs in a fantasy book, like Lord of the Rings. It's surrounded by ancient dark-stone cliffs and has water running through it in many places; brooks, rivers, streams. There are caves and walks, and the place is filled year round with tourists looking to see The Wookey Witch.
I travel out of the estuary, out of British waters, travelling west, across Ireland, Iceland and Greenland. Across the Labrador Sea, up across Baffin Bay, further to the Arctic Ocean and down to the Bering Sea and the Gulf of Alaska. It was there I travelled downwards into the water.
A day before lockdown, I got invited out to lunch for the first time this year. This meant a major operation to wash, put on underwear and stay awake for more than three hours. You'd be proud, I did it all.
As I washed and dressed this morning I wondered whether fires are allowed on the beach. Over the past few months I'd been collecting and drying driftwood, thinking it might be nice to have a little fire on the beach to sit at and reflect or meditate.