After going to a(nother) car-boot sale [braun mix stick/food processor £1.50, 70's pitcher £1], Steve and I just kept a'goin on the road, and ended up at Paignton.
I had come to think, that outside of London, England must be all quaint villages, where passers by nod at each other on their way to picking up a loaf of freshly baked bread.
Paignton had flashing lights, ice-creameries and "Around a Pound"s... the people waddled between "real Devonshire teas" and "Devons finest fish and chips".
We had arrived in the English Riviera, Steve and I kept driving. Torbay and Brixham, where the hills trailing in to the sea, seem to be constructed of the tiny share-the-walls homes which come in every colour imaginable.
£3 saw us across the river on the car ferry, to Dartmouth.
The people suddenly looked quite different, and there were no flashing lights to be seen. Looked somewhat like Totnes, with Tudor buildings and such.
Home for lunch, then still with no rain, on to the beach at Slapton.
We came prepared with books, scrabble, swimmers (a little too cold for that!), jumpers, jackets, crisps and cake. When the clouds cleared it was beautiful to lay on the pebbles and absorb some of the suns warmth.
Slapton is a great place for collecting rocks. The find of the day, was a red (!!), palm sized, perfectly formed heart shape rock… Our mantel is becoming full of these beach finds.
We ate crisps and played scrabble, with me coming away with the game- unheard of!!!
Left the beach at 8pm :)
(This was taken from the beach, looking back into the countryside, just before we left)
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