366 Photos - 213 and 214/366 - Sunday and Monday (and a glimpse of Lundy *g*)
Sunday
Unplanned adventures! I didn't mean to go to sea to Devon... *g*
I started off in Dunster, which is in Somerset, although even that was a bit further than I'd planned to go. But I thought, it's a nice day, why not? First the Dream Garden...
...where there were flowers, and bees on flowers...
Then down to the watermill, all cool old cogs gears...
Into the magic woods...
...where mumma bird was feeding her babies in a tree!
Can't believe I caught this for the second time in a season! *g*
And then I walked up to the castle. *g*
This is the view from the kitchen sink...
...although this is what you might be washing up.
And there are probably a few of you who realise why I think this was a very cool room to come across... *vbg*
And look what was on the windowsill exactly opposite! Squeee!
When I'd finished wandering around, it seemed a shame to be so close to the coast and not catch more than a glimpse of the Bristol Channel, so I headed up across Lorna Doone country.
There were wild ponies up there too. *g*
And then down the very steep hill to Lynton...
...where the sea and the sky were blue, blue, blue...
And since I was almost there anyway, I thought I might see if I could find Woolacoombe again, which was my favourite beach when I lived by Taunton, way back when (pre-fandom - pre-fandom!) But when I got there it was of course so jammed that I could barely work out where the sand was coming from, so I ended up driving past - and found this place instead (with free NT parking to boot!)
And I walked along the clifftops and it was lovely, all sunshine and fresh air and peaceful summer evening seascape!
I found whale bones...
...and then I found this! Can you see it...? *g*
Look! And look what was inside...
How cute is that!
I was also rather chuffed when I came upon a memorial to a writer - always good, right? And I googled him, and he's the chap who wrote Tarka the Otter.
And then I kept reading, and it turns out he was also rather an admirer of Hitler, and a good mate of Oswald Mosely and joined his British Union of Fascists. Dammit, I want writers to be decent, kind and thoughtful people! *sighs*
For some reason, when confronted with two paths, I felt full enough of energy to choose the one that went up and up...
...but on the way I found another wee door, this one tucked into a wall!
This was my turn-around place, cos I had to see what it was. Nothing to tell me when I got there, but it turns out to be a wreck post.
Wreck posts were apparently used to train the coastguard back in the 1930s. "Coastguard volunteers would fire their ropes towards the top of the pole, simulating firing ropes up towards a ship that had been grounded on the rocks...Once attached to the pole the ropes would be used to slide a “breaches buoy” over to the ship so that stranded mariners could be winched to safety." (Source).
And there was a tiny wee door beside it. *vbg*
Gorgeous views up there - and then I spotted a path that went into thin air - but turned out to go to what I presume is the actual point itself.
Of course I had to go look. *g* (That in the distance is Lundy Island, by the way - apparently the only bit of land between Baggy Point and America!)
From the very end I could look back and see dragon caves (surely...)
...and dragon munchies. *g*
Happy fearless sheep! Actually, the steep slope down was rather like the slope I imagined our lads clinging to in The High-Up Singing and Alive Fruit. I do like it when I find the spots they were. *vbg*
And there was a bench, for resting, and for remembering. Aww...
And then a two hour plus drive home. But it was worth it. *g*
Monday
Unplanned adventures! I didn't mean to go to sea to Devon... *g*
I started off in Dunster, which is in Somerset, although even that was a bit further than I'd planned to go. But I thought, it's a nice day, why not? First the Dream Garden...
...where there were flowers, and bees on flowers...
Then down to the watermill, all cool old cogs gears...
Into the magic woods...
...where mumma bird was feeding her babies in a tree!
Can't believe I caught this for the second time in a season! *g*
And then I walked up to the castle. *g*
This is the view from the kitchen sink...
...although this is what you might be washing up.
And there are probably a few of you who realise why I think this was a very cool room to come across... *vbg*
And look what was on the windowsill exactly opposite! Squeee!
When I'd finished wandering around, it seemed a shame to be so close to the coast and not catch more than a glimpse of the Bristol Channel, so I headed up across Lorna Doone country.
There were wild ponies up there too. *g*
And then down the very steep hill to Lynton...
...where the sea and the sky were blue, blue, blue...
And since I was almost there anyway, I thought I might see if I could find Woolacoombe again, which was my favourite beach when I lived by Taunton, way back when (pre-fandom - pre-fandom!) But when I got there it was of course so jammed that I could barely work out where the sand was coming from, so I ended up driving past - and found this place instead (with free NT parking to boot!)
And I walked along the clifftops and it was lovely, all sunshine and fresh air and peaceful summer evening seascape!
I found whale bones...
...and then I found this! Can you see it...? *g*
Look! And look what was inside...
How cute is that!
I was also rather chuffed when I came upon a memorial to a writer - always good, right? And I googled him, and he's the chap who wrote Tarka the Otter.
And then I kept reading, and it turns out he was also rather an admirer of Hitler, and a good mate of Oswald Mosely and joined his British Union of Fascists. Dammit, I want writers to be decent, kind and thoughtful people! *sighs*
For some reason, when confronted with two paths, I felt full enough of energy to choose the one that went up and up...
...but on the way I found another wee door, this one tucked into a wall!
This was my turn-around place, cos I had to see what it was. Nothing to tell me when I got there, but it turns out to be a wreck post.
Wreck posts were apparently used to train the coastguard back in the 1930s. "Coastguard volunteers would fire their ropes towards the top of the pole, simulating firing ropes up towards a ship that had been grounded on the rocks...Once attached to the pole the ropes would be used to slide a “breaches buoy” over to the ship so that stranded mariners could be winched to safety." (Source).
And there was a tiny wee door beside it. *vbg*
Gorgeous views up there - and then I spotted a path that went into thin air - but turned out to go to what I presume is the actual point itself.
Of course I had to go look. *g* (That in the distance is Lundy Island, by the way - apparently the only bit of land between Baggy Point and America!)
From the very end I could look back and see dragon caves (surely...)
...and dragon munchies. *g*
Happy fearless sheep! Actually, the steep slope down was rather like the slope I imagined our lads clinging to in The High-Up Singing and Alive Fruit. I do like it when I find the spots they were. *vbg*
And there was a bench, for resting, and for remembering. Aww...
And then a two hour plus drive home. But it was worth it. *g*
Monday