Frome, Nunney Castle and a Windy White Horse

Our first full day at Longleat Caravan and Motorhome club site started with rain hammering down on the roof, and the roar of the wind in the trees. After a lazy morning we chanced our arm with the weather and headed out with our tour guides Deb and Steve. (Check out their brilliant blog page here… In Pursuit of a Dream ). Being familiar with the local area having lived here for the past 8 months, we knew we were in for a real treat, and they certainly didn’t disappoint.

We found somewhere cheap to park (I.E free!) in Frome town centre and had a lovely leisurely walk round the town, taking in all the pretty, quirky little streets. It really is such a gorgeous, quaint little place full of things to look at whichever way you turn. It was a Sunday so all the shops were shut, but that didn’t matter as we had a great time noseying in all the windows!

After spotting a potential eatery for tea one evening, our tour guides took us off to the next place, Nunney Castle.

We parked in a pretty little spot next to the river that ran through the village, and just had to get some pictures, complete with ducks quacking away and sunshine dappling on the water. Just gorgeous.

Walking through the pretty village, head turning in all directions to take in all the sites, we had no idea the best was yet to come!

The castle ruins are literally slap bang in the middle of the village, complete with a moat still full of water going all the way around it. It was breathtakingly beautiful. More surprisingly, it was free! So we couldn’t wait to cross the bridge and take a look inside! It was just stunning, we all had our cameras and phones clicking away taking pics from inside and outside the walls of this amazing place.

We got the obligatory selfie, then it was time for a drink and sit down in the village pub.

Suitably refreshed, we were then discussing where to go next, and it wasn’t long before we were back in the car, on the way to the last place of interest for the day.

Pulling up into the car park for the white horse, having spotted it on the hillside on the way up there, we had no idea quite what was going to hit us. We have never in our lives experienced strong winds like that! We could barely get our coats on! It took our breath away it was that savage.

We made our way to the edge of the hillside with the ridiculously strong winds pushing against us to look down on the horse, that was a task and a half! I couldn’t stop laughing my head off and Aaron couldn’t stop holding out his arms like some kind of wind sails. Max turned into some kind of windswept fluffball. What an exhilarating experience! The views across the landscape were a sight to behold, more photo opportunities!

We soon had to make our way back to the sanctuary of the car, battered and beaten by the wind, what a relief to get inside!! We had brain freeze!

Time to head back to the caravan for a well earned rest, pizza, lots of drinks and chatting until the wee small hours. Just bliss.