Travel Blogs from Tiverton
green beans, salad and potatoes. Delicious.
back onto the flying fox, into Berty and Jan and Jeremy took us to
Paignton to catch the train. The day was once again a bit murky so
the fantastic scenery was intermittent.
took us from the train to Wendover to the Five Bells Pub where we
were to stay for the next few days. Between three and four hours
driving in persistent rain. Ali ...
... was very helpful and informative and we now know some new big words like brachiopod and mezzozoic. We then stumbled back along the beach to the town and went for a walk along The Cob (sea wall). This featured in the movie, The French Lieutenants Woman. Becca treated us all to some delicious and well earned ice creams. We wandered back along the seaside and then up through the town which was ...
... inn at Bolivar! a great little find again! After a nice snack at the pub and a chat to with the locals, we headed off towards Keynsham where we had booked our accommodation. Our drive took us on through Bridgewater and Glastonbury, however we decided to drive on as it was getting late. Heading on towards Midsummer Norton there was a change in the stone work of houses and hedged roads, however this scenery does not lead into ...
... altitude. Yes, I know that is impossible, but with the excitement and adrenalin of the last day, that is how it felt.
In Culbone Wood they had been cutting down the Rhododendrons big time. Some areas were devoid of trees, just dead Rhodies piled up like a natural rubbish tip. Though there were plenty of new shoots of Rhodies starting to fight back. Someone needs a lesson from the Glaswegians we met in The Whistle Field Inn at Loch Eck. ...
... in a cottage right next to the Dolphin, overlooking the harbour. Lydia took her first steps there. And to cement this as their first walking holiday we took the girls up The Hangmans strapped to our backs.
The stretch up to Heddon’s Mouth was much longer and tougher than I remembered. I last walked this several years ago with Ellie, Luke and Simon before he emigrated to New Zealand. Crazily we didn’t use the footpath to ...