27/03/2017 by Carl Reynolds
Waking up on Saturday morning, from a long, tiring week; we had a couple of hours to finish filling a few bags (swim, walk, eat out kit), eat some fruit and wander off to Ashburton. But not before forgetting the suncream, getting to the front door and realising that it was not forgotten. The day begins with a little ineptitude. A pre-senior moment. A resignation to the embrace of perpetual imperfection.
We stop at Riverford for some quality pies.
We find a rare half hour parking slot in town, as the car park is full. And go in search of a paper, a browse in No30 (quality second hand clothing), grab a second hand t-shirt in the charity shop, are tempted by and resist the closing down sale in the outdoor clothing store and have a droll chatter in the hardware shop.
Our host at the Coach House (a night there we bid for in a charity auction) tells us we are the last to stay, as he and his missus are moving to Spain next week. He offers us another night free. We are, alas, unable to take up his kind offer. He’s left us a few tea bags and some milk. We down a cuppa, scan the headlines and comics, before heading up to Dartmoor for a stroll and clamber among the tors. Thank you to Top, Pil, Tunhill Rocks, Hollow, Bonehill Rocks, Bell, Clinkwell and Honeybag. The Riverford pies were tasty.
Dinner at The Old Library. Starter and mains were really tasty, the dessert was a downright disappointment. And then up at the later, but earlier time of 6.45. Up the twisty, narrowing 382, deer out, no one else about, long ditch sided track around the Burrows and to the Blue Groove in Croyde for a hog’s breakfast; a surprise for Martin; and a stroll around and about.
Devon, we thank you for your beauty.
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