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England, my England (or: “England, moy England, oo-arrr, Oi loiks it”)

January 27, 2010

Back in April last year we four travelled to England and, more precisely, to Devon, to visit my oldest friend and her family.

When I say oldest, I don’t mean she’s elderly, merely that I have known her my entire life, so it is our friendship that is grey haired and doddery and growing superfluous chin whiskers, not her.

Whilst there, we visited lots of beautiful Devonian countryside and got to eat enormous slices of delicious cake with butter icing.  Tea was served in china pots and drunk from cups and saucers.

Here is the view from the window of one of the tea rooms we patronised in a place called Bimbley Plimsoll:

When we parked the car (on the red cliff to the right of the window) it was pouring the way it does in films but whilst we were inside gorging ourselves on cakes and sending our blood sugar levels through the roof, out came the sunshine and dried up all the rain.

Later the same day, we ended up at another beach somewhere near Verruca St Herbert.  Husband and I walked for an hour along the cliff tops to get there, savouring the views, the fresh air and the absence of steaming canine deposits.  Friend and the assorted offspring made their way there by car and met us on the beach.

Traditional English seaside pursuits entertained the wee ones for most of the afternoon.

The children even caught some Kryptonite which you can see lying by the side of this rock pool.

This cliff was christened by the children.  Hover over the photo to find out the majestic name they selected for it.

OK, so maybe it wasn’t the precise name chosen by the children but surely you see my point?

Anyway, a jolly time was had by all.  The Famous Five-style nostalgic day at the English sea side culminated in a trip to the tacky souvenir shop conveniently situated at the entrance to the beach, where the children were insistent that they really needed us to purchase some hideously over-priced, brightly coloured plastic tat made in China for them in order to round the day off nicely.

Incidentally, on the way home we saw this boat heading uphill into a storm.  I love the colours of this photo, which have not been messed with.

8 Comments leave one →
  1. January 29, 2010 9:36 pm

    I love your pictures – I am inspired and will take more pictures myself and post them on my blog. The picture taken out the window is fantastic!

    • purplejake permalink*
      January 30, 2010 11:35 am

      It is an amazing view. I had forgotten how beautiful England can be. I started posting more pix recently as I was running out of inspiration for words and now I have decided that it might be an interesting new way to go. Variety is the spice of life, isn’t it?
      I wish I could read your blog but I’d have more chance of understanding it if it was written in Wingdings!

  2. January 31, 2010 6:14 pm

    Fantastic photos! I have to admit, the first thing I thought when I saw the photo of the cliff (before hovering, of course) was; oh, that sorta looks like a hairy bum-… you get my point.

  3. Fig permalink
    February 5, 2010 12:46 pm

    I agree-amaizing photos.I’m really glad,we’re back in Holland-I havent had even a minute to read your blog in Poland.Now I have,and I do,and I enjoy.Hugs:)

  4. purplejake permalink*
    February 6, 2010 10:07 am

    Thank you, all! Such nice comments. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.

  5. jane permalink
    December 14, 2011 1:49 pm

    Where is this? East Devon? I would love to find that room with a view…

  6. January 24, 2012 11:58 pm

    It’s Sidmouth. This place is worth going to for the cakes alone, Jane, apart from the beautiful view. Heading west out of Sidmouth on the coast road the place is on your left. They have a beautiful secret garden, too…


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