In the background of this photo, you can see the rain coming in across Bridgwater Bay. We decided to head inland across the dunes and golf course to where I thought there was a pub. The pub had been demolished and we were soaked. We carried on along the road to the holiday resort of Brean.
It was the middle of the afternoon, but the cabaret singer was was packing them in at The Seagull Inn. We dried ourselves under the toilet hand-driers and watched with our pints of mild. This didn't feel like part of Somerset. We did try some of the other pubs/bars and this small area did seem quite unique for our coastal walks.
We were running out of time as we ascended Brean Down. We had been looking at this lump of rock for a number of walks, but once up it we had to head back for the bus.