Man, what a day! I woke up in Cheddar, UK, and thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I hit up the Cheddar Gorge. You know, that massive limestone gorge? It’s like nature’s way of flexing. I’m standing there, mouth agape, and then BAM! A goat just strolls by like it owns the place. I mean, who does this goat think it is? The King of Cheddar? I laughed, but also, I was low-key jealous.
So, I’m hiking up the gorge, right? And I’m thinking, “This is gonna be a breeze.” But nah, my legs were like, “Nah, fam, we’re done.” I swear, I could feel my calves screaming. I finally reach the top, and the view? Wow. Just wow. I could see the whole town. It was like a postcard, but I was too busy gasping for air to take a pic.
After that, I decided to hit the high street. You know, the usual shops and stuff. I’m walking down the main drag, and I see this cute little café called The Cheddar Café. I’m like, “Perfect! Time for a snack.” I order a scone, and it’s HUGE! Like, I could use it as a doorstop. I take a bite, and it’s like a flavor explosion. I’m in heaven, but then I spill jam all over my shirt. Classic me, right?
Then, I’m wandering around, and I stumble upon the Cheddar Caves. I’m thinking, “Caves? Cool!” But as soon as I step inside, it’s like a scene from a horror movie. Dark, damp, and I swear I heard a bat. I’m not about that life. I’m like, “Nope, I’m out!” But then I see this sign about the history of cheese. Cheddar cheese, to be exact. I mean, I love cheese, but do I need a history lesson?
Next, I’m walking down Church Street, and I see this old church. St. Andrew’s, I think? It’s beautiful, but I’m not really in a churchy mood. I’m more about the vibes, you know? So, I snap a quick pic and keep moving.
Then, I hit up the local market. It’s buzzing! Fresh produce, handmade crafts, and loads of people. I’m chatting with this vendor about cheese (obviously), and he tells me about the local cheese-making process. I’m like, “Dude, that’s awesome!” But then I realize I’ve been standing there for like 20 minutes. Oops.
Suddenly, I hear this commotion. A bunch of kids are running around, and one of them trips and falls right in front of me. I’m like, “Oh no!” But he just gets up, brushes himself off, and keeps running. Kids are tough, man. I wish I had that energy.
As the day goes on, I’m feeling a mix of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised. I mean, who knew Cheddar could be so wild? I decide to grab a pint at a local pub, The White Hart. I sit down, and the bartender is super friendly. We start chatting about the town, and he tells me about the annual cheese rolling event. I’m like, “Wait, what? Cheese rolling?” Apparently, it’s a thing here. People chase a wheel of cheese down a hill. I can’t even.
By the time I leave the pub, I’m buzzing. I walk back through the streets, and everything feels different. The lights are twinkling, and the air smells like… well, cheese. I’m not even mad about it.
So, yeah, Cheddar was a rollercoaster today. From goats to caves to cheese rolling, I’m exhausted but happy. I can’t wait to tell my mates about this wild day. Cheddar, you’ve got my heart (and my shirt covered in jam). What a place!