Down to Devon.
About a 4-hour drive from London on a misty sort of day and past Stonehenge again… Hang on what did I just say in only 3 words??? Past Stonehenge again!!! These three little words don’t say what I feel, am I getting blasé about one of the Seven Wonders of the World? I hope not because every time I see Stonehenge I gasp! The road we come to it this time is the road I’m used to driving along in the past… we are on the Salisbury Plains and come to a triangle in the road, Stonehenge is in the middle of that triangle and the road to the left is the one to see it the best but the traffic doesn’t even slow so once again I wonder at the British who pass by incredibly old and historical parts of their country each day and take them for granted… we Aussies don’t get this chance at home.
Newton Ferrers is a tiny Village on the River Yealm in Devon. It must have been an old fishing village in it’s day and it’s just like the picture postcard you see of these little West Country Villages that cling to the side of a steep hill with grazing stock and crops up above and a river down below. We are staying in a home belonging to the family of our friends Peter and Sue Swiss; it’s a large modern home with incredible views of Newton Creek and Noss Mayo on the other side. Peter and Sue are here to greet us and we ooohhh and aaaahhh at the house and view then later that evening walk along the windy creek path to The Dolphin Pub for a scrumptious meal of fresh local Scallops for me and Plaice for the other three… Yummo!
Path to the Pub.
Next morning we awake to one very muddy creek, the tide has taken all the water out to sea! Peter and Sue head off home to their Grand Daughter Ellie’s 3rd Birthday Party and we are left to our own devices… David decides it’s time he tried to walk off some of those pints of ale while I prefer a smaller walk around the little Village and back to sit in the Sun… it’s an absolutely beautiful day so I enjoy the Saturday Telegraph and all it’s inserts sitting in the sun with the doors wide open! Almost like being on holiday in Manly!
Looking towards Noss Mayo from Newton Ferrers Shops.
Watching the tide come back in is an amazing experience because it moves so very fast… in no time at all the creek is full of water and all those boats are off the mud and floating again. There is a path that connects Newton Ferrers to Noss Mayo that can only be used at low tide… this is the path David takes to get back here… after a pint at The Ship… Hey I thought he was walking off some excess pints!!
The Tide is IN!
The Tide is OUT!
Sunday and it’s as if we are in another land… it’s grey, windy, wet and foggy but we head into Plymouth anyway to see what’s happening. I know we’ve been here before but we are really disappointed in Plymouth. The Hove is spectacular and wonderfully historic being the place Sir Francis Drake played Bowls while the Spanish Armada approached and so on …but it’s as if the Plymouth powers that be decided to give any Architect that could spell his name a job, we have never seen so many ugly messy modern buildings all in one place… we couldn’t wait to get out of there so headed for a Supermarket and bought up supplies for our stay and came back to N.F. for lunch and more reading in the warm while watching the creek fill up again… David has just braved the elements for a walk… and a pint I suspect LOL.
Newton Ferrers is a tiny Village on the River Yealm in Devon. It must have been an old fishing village in it’s day and it’s just like the picture postcard you see of these little West Country Villages that cling to the side of a steep hill with grazing stock and crops up above and a river down below. We are staying in a home belonging to the family of our friends Peter and Sue Swiss; it’s a large modern home with incredible views of Newton Creek and Noss Mayo on the other side. Peter and Sue are here to greet us and we ooohhh and aaaahhh at the house and view then later that evening walk along the windy creek path to The Dolphin Pub for a scrumptious meal of fresh local Scallops for me and Plaice for the other three… Yummo!
Path to the Pub.Next morning we awake to one very muddy creek, the tide has taken all the water out to sea! Peter and Sue head off home to their Grand Daughter Ellie’s 3rd Birthday Party and we are left to our own devices… David decides it’s time he tried to walk off some of those pints of ale while I prefer a smaller walk around the little Village and back to sit in the Sun… it’s an absolutely beautiful day so I enjoy the Saturday Telegraph and all it’s inserts sitting in the sun with the doors wide open! Almost like being on holiday in Manly!
Looking towards Noss Mayo from Newton Ferrers Shops.Watching the tide come back in is an amazing experience because it moves so very fast… in no time at all the creek is full of water and all those boats are off the mud and floating again. There is a path that connects Newton Ferrers to Noss Mayo that can only be used at low tide… this is the path David takes to get back here… after a pint at The Ship… Hey I thought he was walking off some excess pints!!
The Tide is IN!
The Tide is OUT!Sunday and it’s as if we are in another land… it’s grey, windy, wet and foggy but we head into Plymouth anyway to see what’s happening. I know we’ve been here before but we are really disappointed in Plymouth. The Hove is spectacular and wonderfully historic being the place Sir Francis Drake played Bowls while the Spanish Armada approached and so on …but it’s as if the Plymouth powers that be decided to give any Architect that could spell his name a job, we have never seen so many ugly messy modern buildings all in one place… we couldn’t wait to get out of there so headed for a Supermarket and bought up supplies for our stay and came back to N.F. for lunch and more reading in the warm while watching the creek fill up again… David has just braved the elements for a walk… and a pint I suspect LOL.
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