Last weekend, Leslie and I went on a little adventure. It was a surprise for his 25th birthday, and I had hired an old MG for the day for us to go on a road trip trough the English countryside together. We would go all the way down, through as many forests as possible, to the Jurassic Coast Road – which was supposed to be breathtaking. Then we would go up again, towards Somerset, to eventually stop in a little village called Bruton.
The morning was incredibly cold, but with bright sunshine. However, by the time we finally left London behind us, it started raining to not stop again until the next day. The roads we took were narrow, went up and down and were incredibly beautiful, but our car was not rain proof and we arrived at our Airbnb cold yet so happy. An hour in our bathtub and we were all rosy and warm.
Bruton is known for At The Chapel, a restored chapel with a bakery, wine shop, café, bar and restaurant. We walked there through the little village -together under one umbrella, as close as possible to each other to not get wet – for a long, cosy dinner. We would come back for breakfast, photographs and set off for a second day immediately after.
We were lucky to wake up with sunshine the next morning. Breakfast was lovely, the light through the windows beautiful, the village incredibly cute by daylight. We set off for another 8 hours in our car, back south to the ocean, back up through fields and forests with wild horses. We opened the roof, drove for 30 minutes with our hair blowing everywhere, the fresh winter air cooling our skins, the sun on our faces. It was too cold to go on, but the feeling of freedom, happiness and excitement lasted the entire day.