To Devon & back
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bunnBrief visit to Devon to see my mother.
I drove down in the evening, and as I drove, I thought, I'm sure that long ago it was a thing for motorway services on different sides of motorways to be connected via tunnels or bridges. I wonder why they did that. Surely the two sides have all the same things.
About half an hour after this musing, I stopped at Taunton Deane services, and found that services still has a footbridge across the motorway. So obviously Theo and I walked over it, and I took a photo from the middle so I'd remember it was there.
Taunton Deane northbound does get horribly busy in the summer so maybe the bridge is there to spread the load. It looks like it may be possible to escape the southbound services and do a footpath across Harper's farm and Little Budleigh. I might try that one day if I'm travelling with hound and want a walk.
Bit of a landmark Cat Event: Mum's cat Pudding, who has been resolutely invisible to dogs and mostly to me for about 8 years decided that he would come and join us in the livingroom! I was most astonished. Well done Pudding. Theo was completely unperturbed. Well done Theo too.
We had a wander around Tavistock, where the squirrels in the park were as fat and fearless as ever, and also made a trip over to Cotehele, where the house was closed, but the garden was just waking up from its winter sleep. Lots of snowdrops, quite a lot of primroses and early daffodils, and this wonderfully fiery dogwood planted in the middle of a shallow pond.
The pond had waterlilies whose leaves were just beginning to unfurl under the water, and in a couple of months the reflections and the fiery stems will be all hidden by foliage. Hurray for one brief sunny day to admire them.
It poured with rain on Thursday, so Theo and I had a brief stroll around the old cemetary opposite St Rumon's school. Not sure what the correct term is for these graves that are sort of built into the hillside like this:
The one for the Lethbridge family had some bricks missing from the entrance. Could possibly spark some kind of Dr Who story idea if I were into that enough to write it.Oh, and I completed my founding of the Shire story: There and Back Again (to Norbury of the Kings)
I drove down in the evening, and as I drove, I thought, I'm sure that long ago it was a thing for motorway services on different sides of motorways to be connected via tunnels or bridges. I wonder why they did that. Surely the two sides have all the same things.
About half an hour after this musing, I stopped at Taunton Deane services, and found that services still has a footbridge across the motorway. So obviously Theo and I walked over it, and I took a photo from the middle so I'd remember it was there.
Taunton Deane northbound does get horribly busy in the summer so maybe the bridge is there to spread the load. It looks like it may be possible to escape the southbound services and do a footpath across Harper's farm and Little Budleigh. I might try that one day if I'm travelling with hound and want a walk.
Bit of a landmark Cat Event: Mum's cat Pudding, who has been resolutely invisible to dogs and mostly to me for about 8 years decided that he would come and join us in the livingroom! I was most astonished. Well done Pudding. Theo was completely unperturbed. Well done Theo too.
We had a wander around Tavistock, where the squirrels in the park were as fat and fearless as ever, and also made a trip over to Cotehele, where the house was closed, but the garden was just waking up from its winter sleep. Lots of snowdrops, quite a lot of primroses and early daffodils, and this wonderfully fiery dogwood planted in the middle of a shallow pond.
The pond had waterlilies whose leaves were just beginning to unfurl under the water, and in a couple of months the reflections and the fiery stems will be all hidden by foliage. Hurray for one brief sunny day to admire them.
It poured with rain on Thursday, so Theo and I had a brief stroll around the old cemetary opposite St Rumon's school. Not sure what the correct term is for these graves that are sort of built into the hillside like this:
The one for the Lethbridge family had some bricks missing from the entrance. Could possibly spark some kind of Dr Who story idea if I were into that enough to write it.Oh, and I completed my founding of the Shire story: There and Back Again (to Norbury of the Kings)
