Devon, in particular, Torcross near Dartmouth, is a really special place for us. I have been visiting for as long as I can remember and I think my Mum has for as long as she can remember. A caravan holiday in Devon was a ridiculously exciting prospect for an 8 year old. Nans, Grandads, Cousins, Parents, Aunts and Uncles made their way to Devon for a weekend or week every summer. The highlight for me and brother was getting a dingy every year, although that usually only lasted a day at the most!
My Nan's ashes are in Devon which has made it even more special in recent years. I haven't been back for 7 years. I was hoping I hadn't grown out of the expectation that Devon always brought when younger. This year we stayed in a little 2 bed bungalow at the far end of Torcross beach. Literally felt like a 10 year for a week, playing on the beach, burning marsh mellows over a fire and searching rock pools for crabs left behind by the tide.
Devon is the real Garden of England in my opinion. I live in Kent and it doesn't hold a patch of beauty in relation to the vast countryside and lengthy coast line that Devon has to offer...
|Taking the coastal walk to the town with an amazing view ahead|
|Such beautiful weather made it all the more picture perfect|
|That black hump is a seal's head! Only my non David Attenborough excitement scared it off|
|Our little beach fire|
|The view from our little 'shack' on the hill|
I absolutely loved my week in Devon. I will have a few more pictures and posts on my trip over the coming weeks.