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En route from Bristol to Bude we broke our journey, on a whim, at Dunster Castle. Not a bad whim. Neither of us was desperately interested in the castle interior, apart from the gruesome access to the oubliette dungeon, but we really enjoyed the the water mill and the very impressively cared-for grounds. I couldn't help comparing with my own overwhelming but tiny patch. I wonder how many gardeners they employ...

We walked to Poughill (very satisfyingly pronounced Poffle) where I did what I could to take pictures of a gig in very low light. None worth keeping, sadly.