Of Coleridge and dogs

In front of The Coleridge Cottage at Nether Stowey--which was shut. Aaahh, the delights of voluntary assistance to cultural tourism. So we went to the Post Office where Lesley was served by a woman, who had to leave her spot to retrieve international stamps--but who was quickly replaced by an imperious German Shepherd. The dog did a good job but barked on hearing Lesley's accent. This was the start of what became known as the Somerset dog stories.