High on a hill was a lonely goatherd

This post actually fits in between Weston-super-mare and Minehead, but I can't seem to be able to switch the order of things. I had for some reason thought that we went to Cheddar Gorge the morning of seeing Aunty Eileen, but as usual, I was wrong.

Cheddar Gorge is bordered by huge rock cliffs, and the gorge itself features what are supposed to be fairly amazing caves, but given the expense of visiting them, we declined to see them. When we arrived at the gorge though, it was shrouded in fog and mist, making it just a little eery, and infinitely awesome.

We drove up through the village, and then up the road a little more to see the cliffs. We had a couple of quick stops for some photos of the locals, before parking and walking through the village. Flaps was a bit confused, as she had thought we were going to a cheese factory, not an actual gorge. Turns out they do also make cheese, and age it in the caves. Mmmmmmm moss and lichen infused cheese!

Dad purchased some scrumpy cider (not for the faint of heart - it looks like cloudy urine and apparently tastes about the same), and I found this awesome leather shop tucked away behind a few things. Might go back yet - it's near the place where the cheese rolling will take place.

Yet another moment of irony...