Highlights of a trip to Wells and a ten-mile walk across the Mendips plateau (there is even, it turns out, an escarpment).
In the pub where the production of Hot Fuzz was based, they advertise food above the urinals, with pictures that make no sense:
It wasn’t easy making sense of the thought process behind this, either:
But then, we were lost somewhere in the 1950s:
In one of those villages with peculiar local customs, such as erecting giant wicker figures in which to sacrifice rather surprised visiting Catholic coppers:
Here’s a place name that has made small boys, such as this one, titter since 1977:
And whatever did happen to Mike Oldfield?
Nothing anywhere near as bad as he deserves, but it’s a start…