We spent a long weekend in Somerset to celebrate Grandpa's 60th birthday. His Mum and I had managed to cobble together a weekend to Brussles with tickets to the Belgian Grand Prix for him as Mr T turned 30 in april I had paid for him to go as well.
On the saturday we decided to visit the West Somerset Steam Railway, the stations are beautiful and the whole lot is maintained by volunteers. Matthew loved the trains and even though there wasn't a Thomas in sight he insisted that every train we passed in the sidings was a character from the show, the kids had great delight in spotting every cow, sheep or horse we passed. We arrived in Minehead at exactly the same time as a heavy shower, we managed to find a little cafe where we dined unhealthily, but tastily. As the rain was still going we couldn't really venture into town or along the beach as little Lucy would get soaked and the bigger two would moan about being cold and wet so back to the trains we went.
The birthday went by quickly, we had breakfast and then nipped to the supermarket to get some bits that in my hasty packing I had left behind. Cake and champagne were next on the menu and then a roast dinner in the evening rounded off by a healthy dollop of tennis, what more could a girl want?