The conversation in my brain goes a little like this…
I don’t want to tell you about Somerset.
Say whhatt? Don’t you write a blog about Somerset?
Yes I do! I LOVE SOMERSET.
About all the beauty in the county and stories about the local producers?
Yep! That’s what I do.
But you don’t want to tell me about Somerset?
But, BUT Somerset is awesome, why wouldn’t you want to share the secret nooks and crannies, or the stunning architecture in Bath, or the rugged beauty of the gorge or the flat views that go on for miles of the levels?
Because then the secret is OUT that Somerset is about more than the Glastonbury Festival (which is EPIC) and everyone will come! I mean EVERYONE! I like that Somerset is quiet and I do not want noisy crowds of people coming and ruining my peace!
What about the Cheddar? Can you tell us about that?
Bog off! That’s mine too! *eats all the cheese*
Mutters….I DO like talking about those, I suppose!
Pleeeaasssee TELL US ALL ABOUT SOMERSET!!!
Ok, ok and only if you promise to know that Somerset is mine all mine, and you can visit if you want, but you have to leave it tidy, and be polite and shout about it, you have to LOVE it as much as I do.
Here’s my secret.
I don’t want to tell you about Somerset, why would I share it! When you find something wonderful you hold it to your chest and don’t tell anyone, don’t you?