Desperately Seeking Toothpicks
Today, we took a drive over to the town of Brixham, where we had a look at a replica of The Golden Hind, Sir Francis Drake's ship, before heading over to The Bay Coffee Shop, where we took each other's measure over cups of cappuccino. This is Robin giving me a suspicious "Who is that strange woman?" look -- which is fair enough, since we'd been apart for five weeks.
I'm afraid my erstwhile talent for bringing glorious weather to England has deserted me this time. We dressed warmly, but it was cold and blustery and drippy enough outside that we didn't get very ambitious about walking. In Brixham, after our coffee break, we walked through the town to the sea wall and back to the car park, all the time huddled in our coats, exchanging wry looks with all the other pedestrians, who looked just as cold as we felt. They call this The English Riviera. Hmmph.
I like this sign. Believe me, nobody was attempting to bathe in Brixham Harbour today!
Robin wanted to show me Berry Head, a National Trust site not far from Brixham, so we drove up there and took another walk -- just as cold, but with a wonderful view (except for the clouds). I think we'll go back there when the weather is better and take a longer walk.
Now we've come home and I'm working on staying awake until a respectable hour tonight. I've done pretty well, really, except that from time to time my eyes get heavy. Tomorrow, I hope we'll get some sunshine so I can give my camera a good workout.
3 comments:
Good for you, Sandra! Get some sleep - those plane trips across the "big water" are murder. Have fun. When England sees you smile, the good weather is bound to return!
Hah! Smiling like crazy - mostly because I tried it once, and my mouth froze that way. Never mind. I have winter woolies now.
Hope you're done with jet lag now--I just have "blog lag" from my travels last week!
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