B&Bs and Hotels in Taunton

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Hostels and Hotels in Taunton

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Bridgwater, Burnham-On-Sea, Chard, Crewkerne, Dulverton, Highbridge, Hinton St George, Ilminster, Langport, Martock, Merriott, Minehead, Montacute, Somerton, South Petherton, Stoke-Sub-Hamdon, Taunton, Watchet, Wellington, Taunton

For UK travelers going abroad, we recommend Tenerife, with feel of the UK yet all the sun of Tenerife. Read an extract below from More Ketchup than Salsa, the story of a English couple who left the UK to set up life in Tenerife. Info on how to buy the book can be found below.

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Below you will find short extracts from More ketchup than Salsa by Joe Cawley – not to be missed.

Short Extract

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Naturally, environmentalists were none too pleased with this trans-continental transfer of earthly treasure. Consequently, many of the South’s other beaches had to draw on sub-oceanic reserves, sucking golden sand (and startled marine life) off the seabed, blowing it along lengthy sections of tubing and spitting it back out onto dry land, just like the one in Las Américas. Joy and I pitched camp between two families. One was Spanish, several generations sheltering from the sun under a marquee of overlapping beach brollies. A wall of towels draped from the umbrellas provided security from the gusts of sea breeze, protecting the picnic they had laid out on one of the white plastic sunbeds. A carpet of remaining towels protected the delicate feet of the younger members of the family from the hot sand. If it wasn’t for the fact that they were all dressed in swimsuits, except the grandmother, who was clad all in black save for a straw boater, you’d be forgiven for thinking that you were peering into someone’s living room. Huge efforts had been made to repel the conditions that you’d normally seek on a beach – sand, the sunshine and a sea view. A red-top newspaper protruding from the top of a straw shopping bag gave an obvious clue as to the nationality of our other neighbours. The family of four couldn’t have displayed a more contrasting outlook on beach excursions. They were here to revel in all three enemies of the Spanish clan.

Bridgwater, Burnham-On-Sea, Chard, Crewkerne, Dulverton, Highbridge, Hinton St George, Ilminster, Langport, Martock, Merriott, Minehead, Montacute, Somerton, South Petherton, Stoke-Sub-Hamdon, Taunton, Watchet, Wellington, Taunton

Tenerife!’ exclaimed Joy. Yes, we own a villa out there. We try to get over as much as possible, you know, to get away from this frightful weather.’ Her accent had suddenly jumped up a couple of social classes to underline her ownership status. ‘Have you been?’ Oh aye,’ said Joy brightly. ‘We’ve bought a bar-restaurant there. We’re moving in a few days. Maybe we’ll see you there.’ Yes… you might well,’ answered the woman faintly. The woman was no newcomer to the market and had been on the receiving end of teasing before. You couldn’t blame her for doubting that a couple of fishmongers wearing rabbits on their heads had bought a business on her island.

I thought you weren’t back till tonight,’ I said and planted a kiss on Joy’s cheek. She’d just returned from a girls’ week in Tenerife. I got the flight time mixed up so I thought I’d surprise you. You smell nice.’ She peeled a sliver of chicken skin off my neck. Pat’s trying to offload some killer chicken. I’ve chucked it in the bin. You look well. Had a good time?’ Yeh, great. But listen, I’ve got some news. Big news. Meet me in the Ram’s after work.’ She winked and ran to the bus stop where the number 19 had just sprayed a line of rain-stained shoppers.