Of Somerset seasons

We headed down to Somerset this morning to celebrate Mr Mog's birthday. Horrendous journey that took 5 1/2 hours instead of the 3 1/2 to 4 of a normal day. Partly holiday traffic, despite us setting off at an ungodly hour of 6.15am. The other main reason was a caravan overturning near Taunton that held traffic up as far back as Bristol and actually now I think of it much before. Why do these silly caravan owners ignore the recommended speed limit? What makes them think that 80 miles an hour and more is ok even when their bl%%dy van is wobbling like crazy and going all over the road?
On our journey there were hundreds of caravans, many hundreds and I would guess far less than 10% ACTUALLY DOING ANYTHING LIKE THE CORRECT SPEED. ?Do they think they are invincible?That nothing will harm them? What about the innocent people who get caught up in their accident or crash? We had caravans for a short while and never took risks, after all it is a flimsy bit of fibreglass of course it is going to be wrecked if anything happens.
Right rant over, we are here and as we first saw the Tor in the distance it lifted me as it always does. The sight of Glastonbury getting ever nearer makes me smile. I wouldn't want to live here but I do like visiting.