Arrr one of the perils of being a farmer in the Summer- on nice days you have to work!
Anyhow, luckily for us, it turned out to be a relatively nice day.
Steve and I looked on the local map for a new good swimming spot.
We earmarked a few places, before deciding on one really close to home.
Another weir, further upstream the Dart.
It felt like we had stepped in buckets of ice, when we waded in. The dark clouds didn't help with the mood much. It all seemed very unappealing to me! Then the clouds parted, and the blue flashes of damsels zoomed across the water surface, and the fish nibbled, and somehow it began to feel warmer...
With Steve leading the way, we swam,(quickly!) across to the little wall of the weir. The sun warmed our bodies, and we set about adding to our rock collection. Steve collected a mass of skipping beauties, and we had an impromptu skipping stone competition. With 6 it looked as though I was going to be the winner, than out of nowhere Steve pulled a 12, to become the undisputed stone skipping champ.
I put our chosen rocks in my swimmers, and swam back to the shore- before dumping my rocks, and swimming back and forth again just for fun.
I put our chosen rocks in my swimmers, and swam back to the shore- before dumping my rocks, and swimming back and forth again just for fun.Steve and I then had hot water, (thankyou thermos), left over baked beans and bread, as we sat on our picnic rug... Arrr the height of civilization! :)
Steve then made like a squirrel and collected some, (not quite ripe), hazelnuts for us to munch on...
We then drove the long and less traveled way home...
Happening upon this lovely, and distant view of Totnes.
Steve then made like a squirrel and collected some, (not quite ripe), hazelnuts for us to munch on...We then drove the long and less traveled way home...Happening upon this lovely, and distant view of Totnes.
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