Actually, we found it really hard to find Devonshire teas. It wasn't until we were leaving that we found a teahouse advertising the tea and it looked a bit off.
Guy and Donna had a wedding in Devon so Bill and I went along as well.
It has been 30 years since I have driven a car in England. Back then I was one of the only cars on the road. Now the roads are about the same but the population is up to 70 million and nearly everyone has a car. Getting down country lanes is an experience. You fold in your side mirrors and pray. They don't have freeways like the ones at home, they are often just one lane in each direction. Or they go from two lanes down to one on a regular basis and have a notice saying there could be queuing! It took us 7 1/2 hours to go about 250Kilometers.
It was a beautiful day for the wedding. The sun was shinning and a gentle breeze. Bill and I drove down to Dartmouth and spent the day exploring the coast with it's little villages, little lanes and big 4 wheel drives coming in the other direction.
I found 2 wonderful churches.
The first St Petroc is set on the point next to the castle. It was founded in 596 by a disciple of St.Patrick. They had a photo of his relics. They had been stolen and then rescued by the Norman Kings. They are in France now, which is probably a good thing when you see what the round-heads did to St.Saviours. This is a very old church and St. Petroc seems to have been like St. Francis having an affinity with animals. His symbol shows a deers antlers because he saved the deer from the huntsmen.
St. Saviour's is down in the village further up the harbour. It was a pirates church. Francis Drake, and others worshiped here. It has beautiful woodwork inside the church and then I read that they had "salvaged" it from a Spanish Galleon. You can see where the round-heads tried to destroy the images in the church. Sounds a bit like the Talliband!
What they couldn't destroy,because they were too high were the ceilings and they shine there today. I notice that they used to fine you if you didn't go to church and that one man was fined ten shillings for 'tippling' on the sabbath!
The gallery at the back of the church was the galleons poop deck! One of the mayors of the town was up on trial for attacking a friendly ship and his defense was that it was difficult to tell the difference between friendly and foe, so he erred on the side of caution.
We had Fish and Chips with everyone else on the waterfront.
There amongst it all was a man fishing, and another sailing through all the high powered boats.
Further up the harbour you could see the Dartmouth Navel College. It is really a small place to have seen so many momentous occasions.
The town of Dartmouth is full of great small shops and galleries and the occasional busker.
The next day the weather turned nasty. Rain,cold and wind. The sea turned from a mill pond to being dangerous.
We stopped in Dawlish and had a wonderful meal at a teashop and then made the long trip back to London. Stop start stop start. Oh boy that traffic.
Around the cliffs there are still wild parts with thick forest and steep hill sides. It is almost untouched in places with surprised me. Here and there you could see wild flowers blooming amongst the green.
We leave for 10 days in Ireland tomorrow. I will take my laptop and post if I can get a connection.