There’s something rather endearing about driving back to the West Lakes, the sun setting over the Combe, the estuary reflecting the blanket of rolling clouds and the iconic church steeple peeping out from across the bay welcoming us home. As we live ‘in the back end of nowhere’ as many call it we have to drive at least an hour to reach the motorway. Despite the journey being a bit of a ball ache it’s at least a scenic drive! I’ve driven this route countless times and each and every time I cannot help but to take a moment to …
