GRUMPY SISTERS' INK

Wednesday the birthday day. Glorious morning as we waited for the bus to whisk us way to Sidmouth. Buses have been fairly reliable, but there is always that moment when the time ticks away and you wonder if you have read the timetable correctly. However, all was not lost as the Sidmouth bus came careering down the hill(remember lanes only just wide enough for the bus). We had the bus to ourselves nearly all the way to Sidmouth, just like being chauffeur driven! Once deposited, we wended our way along the sea front and wriggled around the cliffs, spending some time trying to catch the waves splashing up over the wall on camera. Rarely works. The way was most definitely up and the hill out of Sidmouth seemed to be ever ending, but did afford us great views as we stopped to catch our breath. Warm sun the like we have not seen a lot of. We met with other walkers, and freedom camper just taking his tent down, having camped on the cliff top under a tree. A good walk which thankfully skilfully avoided any more large hills. As we crested small rise, spread before us was a huge caravan site. This is not your Mount Maunganui or pleasantly shaded area by the river, but a regimented stack of mobile homes looking like little boxes on the hillside fro real. The complex was huge,swimming pool, large restaurant, games centre... Seemed out of place on the cliff top. Stiil it did mean we old get a coffee and we sat in the sun supping gazing at the view when, Johnathan Livingstone Seagull de died to do at bombing raid across our table,narrowly missing M and myself but scoring a direct into Suz's coffee cup whichshehadnit finished drinking!!! The splatter effect took off, a Suz required a good clean up!! You'd would have had to have be there to really appreciate the funny side, and I am sure that Suz did after a while!! And so,onward and upward, but t the top of the ride hung a right and proceeded cross country to Otterton, crossing the river and then walking alongside it for good way, scanning for signs of Otters, but with no luck. However, we did see from a distances pair of foxes out on a forage. The pub was at the other end of the village and it seemed to take an age to get there, but we made it! Then a leisurely stroll to Newton Poppleford for the good old x53 Whilst waiting for the bus we were engaged in conversation with a local, and his misses. (Well, we think she was) who worked up to telling us that the country was being ruined but the immigrants, and that all the white people in Birmingham were going to come and live in Devon cos the immigrants would take over Birmingham! They both then lit a cigarette of the herbal kind! What you might call 'characters'! Next install net : Goodbye to Suz, Axminster and the Last Day in Beer.