It's a sign!

During our sojourn in Devon we sauntered over to Salcombe because everyone said "you must go to Salcombe, it's lovely".

What, everyone in the woal worl, all at once Awa-Rich?

The place is rather picturesque but the shops on the main street told the story. Is this Salcombe or Chelsea? The motorised conveyances confirmed this was indeed Cheyne Walk on Sea, as did the prices in the restaurants.

Aynho, we ambled down to North Sands in search of a long vanished hotel where a colleague of Marie's spent many happy days in her youth. Rather than go back the way we had come we took the bridlepath which was much more interesting - and steep.

This is where I saw a sign. It made me smile - although it's a serious sign doing serious work - but it was in the middle of nowhere.

A frustrated farmer with a sense of humour

Official Holidays

This week we're staying in an apartment in Stoke Fleming - a couple of miles from Dartmouth, in Devon. Yesterday (Sunday) we walked along the coastal path to Blackpool Sands - no, not that Blackpool - up a very step bridlepath back to Stoke Fleming, following the European Long Distance Path number 9. We went in search of Sunday lunch only to find the pub long closed, so we meandered back and investigated the Stoke Lodge Hotel where we had a traditional Sunday roast among a party celebrating their 25th  wedding anniversary - all dressed up as if they were wedding again.

In the evening we sat outside the apartment and I sketched the nearby houses.

Rear of houses in Stoke Fleming, Devon