During a rare break in the persistently raining rain, we managed to pass the swamps of the Somerset levels to reach the damp oasis of Taunton. Here we dined on festive bird and all the trimmings.
In the evening we moved on to The Ebert's for all the trimmings and some festive bird, accompanied by trumpet voluntary and percussion pieces from the more energetic younger members of the family.
Spurning the offer of 'decent' waves alongside Newquay harbour wall, we joined the Boxing Day throng on the Quantocks for a walk; retiring to Grandma's for more food (and more trimmings) and an
impromptu (unofficial) photoshoot with hats.
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