So, whilst we are waiting to see who wins the Giveaway (see last post), I shall regale you with tales of our little stay in Devon a few weeks ago. I am well aware that half the bloggers I visit live in the West Country, so you may know these places already.
It was just Mr PotterJotter and me (off-spring left at home and didn't burn the house down!). We stayed in this itsy-bitsy little fisherman's cottage (the cottage, not the fisherman - though who knows?). Views of the sea - wonderful!
Long walks on the South West Coastal path - this one quite spectacular but not good for the vertigo!
Visited quaint little village where each house had its own little sledge at the door for pulling their groceries home along the steep cobbled hill (no cars allowed) - like something from a bygone age.
Liked the ceiling of this church - patchwork inspiration everywhere I go!
But most of all, having never been to Devon before (no, really!), we were surprised to find that it wasn't all gentle, chocolate boxy, scenery. Our bit was mean, moody and magnificent. Wild and windy, craggy and awesome. It was full of secret little coves, fearsome rocks, shipwrecks and smugglers.
Well, OK, not smugglers, then. But it reminded Mr PJ of all those Rupert Bear adventures he read as a kid.