Gordon Bennett, I'm tired. We had a whistlestop jaunt in Devon this weekend, meeting and partying with family, playing in rockpools and a well-earned pub dinner, a mile or two from the village of Nomansland! I kid you not. We barn-danced, which was hilarious. We held live crabs - they tickle! We (I) found a sandwormy-fishy thing while building a small sandcastle of great potential. We looked at a hermit crab, and hoped that another, larger, crab wouldn't exemplify the wild outdoors when confronted with a trapped fish.
We made friends with the cats at the Mitre pub, and admired the satisfying honk of an old car horn, and the toot of a bugle, relics from the wall of the pub. (Good job she couldn't reach the scythe...) The B&B was superb. Lovely hostess, great house, absolutely fab veggie breakfast, and she produces the most amazing wicker basketwork. We all left wanting to come back for the class! We even saw an owl on the way... and thank goodness for satnav systems...
All that in two days. And now I've got some temp work for the week - the early finish is nice, particularly as it is fairly close to home. The interview at 5.15 yesterday was a challenge after a day of work though! (But it had a duckpond...)
Two Moors Way B&B Link
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