Ilminster by moonlight

The signs on the M25 declared 'A303 closed at Ilminster'

"Isn't that near our hotel?" she asked, worried.

"Yes!" I replied nonchalantly, figuring there were 125 miles to worry about it, so not worrying at all..........

"Ilchester!" she declared triumphantly, "we're there. There's the hotel. Relief!"

"It's the wrong 'il'. Ours is Ilminster."

"Can't be far, though, They sound the same!"

Via the A303, it would've been 14 miles. After 2, though, our route was blocked, completely. No other cars...

By moonlight, diversion signs took us via Yeovil. Our 14 miles to Ilminster became an anxious 30. I became ill!