A busy time had by all. Monday saw another damp day, but we hiked over the hill to Seaton to get in supplies as Suz was coming to stay, arriving in the evening. We saw that the tide was extra high on the beach part of our pathway to Seaton, but watching the waves from on top of the cliff we felt we could get the timing right to avoid getting a wetting. The alternative was a twice as long road walk, so we decided to give it a go. For seniors we were quite nimble at dashing between the waves or hopping on to a rock at the right moment, and it was civilising to seeing or two other people don't the same thing so we weren't the only crazies that morning. Lo and Behold,being a holiday Mnday there was a street fair on so we spent some time perusing the stalls before ducking out of the wind down a side street to do battle in the supermarket, which, by the way, was draft free and warm. Having stuffed the shopping into our back packs, we waited for our bus, and before long we were deposited back in Beer. The afternoon was spent lazily, except I sneaked out to buy a little something for a certain person whose birth day was looming up.
Text fri Suz it say she was on her way, followed a couple or so hours later with a phone call to say she had arrived in Axminster and was going to share a taxi to Beer with a fellow traveller, as there were absolutely NO buses. This followed by a cal to say there we absolutely NO taxis. This they knew as they had rung the taxi company and then stood outside their offices as they listened to the ringing echoing around the empty room. Suz will tell the story better than I, but she was then approached and harangued by someone who insisted she was Australian, demanded that she get the chap she was with to give him money to get to Taunton, verbally abused her in every way, then walked down the street, turned around and gave her another earful! Bizarre!
Meanwhile the fellow traveller rang a friend who agreed to come and pick them up and bring them to Beer. So M and I stood out on the street a while later and soon a little red car deposited her with us...phew!!! A journey and a half!!
we made all sorts of plans for the morrow, which had adaptations as the weather forecast was not particularly friendly.
And indeed, the rain it did rain the next day, though only a fine drizzle, so packed in macs we hiked up the lane and over the hill to Branscombe. M and I had done the under cliff walk with a bit if trepidation earlier on, but the cliff http walk was much friendlier, and despite a wrong turning we need up at the sea shanty at the mouth if the river in the beach, which was surprisingly cosy and a nice place to be on a wet day. So. Inverted over it chocolate before making our way through the village, past the Mason's Arms as we were too early to make use mod their fine vitals and drink. Perhaps we cou,d have done with some more fortifying as the hill we had to climb was a HILL in the very up sense if the word requiring a lot of looking at the scenery in an attempt to gather breath. Once to the top, thought the woods, the walking was across field and we could gather ourselves in e more. once more. Te Iain had eased by this time and we dallied down the country lanes, taking art photos of raindrops in bluebells and other flowers of the hedgerow. Back home for a late lunch. Suz in true teacher form spent the afternoon writing reports, while I dusted n off a few other school related documents. Plans made for the birthday day were discussed and again would be weather dependent.
Snuck down and put up birthday sign for M in the kitchen that night.
m got up int he morning to make tea, didn't notice the sign. If you look at the photo you can see why!?
A busy time had by all. Monday saw another damp day, but we hiked over the hill to Seaton to get in supplies as Suz was coming to stay, arriving in the evening. We saw that the tide was extra high on the beach part of our pathway to Seaton, but watching the waves from on top of the cliff we felt we could get the timing right to avoid getting a wetting. The alternative was a twice as long road walk, so we decided to give it a go. For seniors we were quite nimble at dashing between the waves or hopping on to a rock at the right moment, and it was civilising to seeing or two other people don't the same thing so we weren't the only crazies that morning. Lo and Behold,being a holiday Mnday there was a street fair on so we spent some time perusing the stalls before ducking out of the wind down a side street to do battle in the supermarket, which, by the way, was draft free and warm. Having stuffed the shopping into our back packs, we waited for our bus, and before long we were deposited back in Beer. The afternoon was spent lazily, except I sneaked out to buy a little something for a certain person whose birth day was looming up.
Text fri Suz it say she was on her way, followed a couple or so hours later with a phone call to say she had arrived in Axminster and was going to share a taxi to Beer with a fellow traveller, as there were absolutely NO buses. This followed by a cal to say there we absolutely NO taxis. This they knew as they had rung the taxi company and then stood outside their offices as they listened to the ringing echoing around the empty room. Suz will tell the story better than I, but she was then approached and harangued by someone who insisted she was Australian, demanded that she get the chap she was with to give him money to get to Taunton, verbally abused her in every way, then walked down the street, turned around and gave her another earful! Bizarre!
Meanwhile the fellow traveller rang a friend who agreed to come and pick them up and bring them to Beer. So M and I stood out on the street a while later and soon a little red car deposited her with us...phew!!! A journey and a half!!
we made all sorts of plans for the morrow, which had adaptations as the weather forecast was not particularly friendly.
And indeed, the rain it did rain the next day, though only a fine drizzle, so packed in macs we hiked up the lane and over the hill to Branscombe. M and I had done the under cliff walk with a bit if trepidation earlier on, but the cliff http walk was much friendlier, and despite a wrong turning we need up at the sea shanty at the mouth if the river in the beach, which was surprisingly cosy and a nice place to be on a wet day. So. Inverted over it chocolate before making our way through the village, past the Mason's Arms as we were too early to make use mod their fine vitals and drink. Perhaps we cou,d have done with some more fortifying as the hill we had to climb was a HILL in the very up sense if the word requiring a lot of looking at the scenery in an attempt to gather breath. Once to the top, thought the woods, the walking was across field and we could gather ourselves in e more. once more. Te Iain had eased by this time and we dallied down the country lanes, taking art photos of raindrops in bluebells and other flowers of the hedgerow. Back home for a late lunch. Suz in true teacher form spent the afternoon writing reports, while I dusted n off a few other school related documents. Plans made for the birthday day were discussed and again would be weather dependent.
Snuck down and put up birthday sign for M in the kitchen that night.
m got up int he morning to make tea, didn't notice the sign. If you look at the photo you can see why!?
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