Quarry and Devon

We had a brilliant day out at the quarry a few days back.  The time passed so quickly and the fire burnt so brightly.

In no time at all it was time to come home. I sauntered up the back to start the engine and nothing happened.  It seems that the starter motor needs a bit of TLC.  A gentle tap with the hammer got us home, the starter motor was removed and I packed my suitcase and headed for Devon.

And so, there we were in Devon amongst the topsy turvey houses resting along side rivers lined with trees and hills. Yachts bobbed around nonchalantly lapping up the sunshine. It was a glorious place to be.

a ride on the steam train

a trip to the beach

and a meander up to Wistman’s wood – where we stood listening to the cuckoo.

Dartmoor is stunning and I absolutely loved it.

The starter motor is fixed and after a test run I am going to start my rather delayed summer jaunt. I still haven’t done any painting preparation and I really do need to get stuck in to it.