Thankfully it was just a 'friendly', but judging by some of the on field tears, it wasn't very friendly after all...
As our opponents play in the division above us, we had a graceful, but unlucky 2-1 loss. The last goal, and a fizzer, went in, in the last minutes of the game.
I was surprised and pleased at how little my body ached afterwards, and how un-tired I was! :0
Here is the dork in action:
It was a really hot day! This Indian Summer thing, is kind of proving to be a reality...
As the game was in Dartmoor National Park, and close to another swim spot featured in the book, we decided to check it out and have a swim...
Most of the stream near the bridge was really shallow, with the icy moor water quickly tracing over mossy rocks... but the section just under the bridge was like a huge, (slow moving), whirl pool. The water is peaty, and looks like a strong cup of tea...
Steve took some convincing to get in, but was so pleased he did. We discovered the bridge was a great echo chamber, and gave some good ol' aussie "coeeeees".
I had my first proper visitor since moving here, in the afternoon, with Rob from uke club dropping in. He bought his handmade uke, and a box of ginger biscuits...
Then Steve and I went to a concert, which was part of the Totnes Festival: Baba Yaga...
It was quite mesmerising and really imaginative. I really enjoyed it.
Sunday Steve and I began the morning, enjoying the delicious sunshine with a walk around town. We then had an energetic game of frisbee on Vire Island, where busy squirrels darted between our feet. Hot, (yes hot!), we had a swim in the dart. I don't know if it was the contrast in temperatures, but my head felt like it was going to break off, like an icicle shard...
Then, the life of a farmer being what it is, and the sun actually shining, Steve went to work...
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A very pleasant weekend. I am so jealous.
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