The real star of the last two posts, north Devon. Amazingly neither of us were working over the Bank Holiday weekend, so we hopped into the car and puttered down to Croyde for the weekend.
I used to spend a lot of time in Cornwall as a kid, as my grandparents had a farm near Liskeard, and there is something about this part of the world which both quiets my soul and sends it soaring.
Or maybe it is just being by the sea.
All these pictures are from Woolacombe and Saunton Sands. We also had adventures in art galleries and charity shops, ate some outstanding seafood and plenty of cream teas, and I became a citizen of Nowhere Island. (My law: that all citizens should have a responsibility to take care of their own health and well-being to the best of their ability).
I am still carrying the glow with me, although it is fading gently in the rough-and-tumble of daily life.
Dreaming of living in this castle…