Cheddar Gorge is one of those places that feels like it shouldn’t work- dramatic cliffs, goats, chip shops, bikers, cheese, cider & paragliders all nestled within the county of Somerset but somehow, it all comes together perfectly.

We started our day from Holly’s house in Wiltshire with our now 52-hour-long playlist on full blast. Naturally, we opened with Pocket Full of Sunshine- our essential road trip anthem. (Someone was notably off-key, but let's not name names. Tamsyn, your secret is safe). Miraculously, we avoided any major wrong turns, even with a few tractors trying their best to test our patience. By the time we rolled into the gorge, the cliffs were towering, the sun was out (ish), and our stomachs were making their opinions known. Lunch was, as always, a priority. We found a bench and were happily working through our chips (yes, basic — we stand by it), when a paraglider suddenly came sailing down alarmingly close, shouting “I’m coming for you girls!” Definitely not what we ordered with our chips but on brand for us.