March 13th and it was time to move to another
Caravan Club site, which yet again wasn’t really quite anywhere .....but the
bus stops outside.
We were told by the Camp Commandant that we could take a gentle stroll to the pub in
the next village. In whose mind that was a gentle stroll, I don’t know! We had
to go to the bottom of a river valley, where there was a ford and back up the
other side to the village of Drewsteignton. I honestly thought I was going to die before we ever
made it to that pub!! Lovely place though, The Drewe Arms, the pub was managed by Mabel Mudge, originally with her husband, from 1919 until 1994 when she retired at the age of 99, the oldest pub landlady in the country and was still kept by the family, with a serving
hatch rather than a bar.
As often happens we started chatting to a fellow customer and it turned out he came
from Stourport, you seem to find Midlanders all over the place down here,
probably our desire to get nearer the sea after being born so far from it.
The weather had some warmer moments and we were able to sit
outside, which was a welcome treat and although the sky was mostly blue, we had
these strange clouds forming in front of us, which I’ve been told are
Lenticular Clouds, they kept forming and reforming but thankfully they never
got in the way of the sun.
(Photos may be viewed in larger format by clicking on them)
We also had some pretty good sunsets and a spectacular, almost full Moon.
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