Sunday, July 28, 2019

North Devon (July / Aug ‘19) - Day 3

A bit of writers block tonight so this one is going to be a short one.

Early to rise and after a cup of tea in bed, Charlie and I went off to shower. Then to Sainos at Barnstaple to buy string and other assorted provisions. Of course it would be rude to leave without having some breakfast - so we did. Arriving back at Brunnehilda at about 12.15.

The Twinnies arrived soon after that. I equate the arrival of the Twinnies to a peaceful Saxon coastal village in the 10th century going about their simple relaxing life and then the Viking longboats appear on the horizon and their very existence is turned upside down. Don’t get me wrong, the Twinnies don’t rape and pillage but in their excited state their noise and activity settings do have a weird effect on the unprepared.



Much like a 10 day sea crossing for the Vikings, a 7 hour car journey meant a certain degree of pent up energy needed to be exercised. So once that was done and we had had a cup of tea we headed for Woolacombe beach.

Still sunny but slightly cooler than yesterday, we had a pleasant afternoon doing the normal beachy type activities - paddling, body boarding, swimming, rock pooling, playing cricket, building sand castles and then knocking them down. All this interspersed with a lot of running around and eating copious amounts of crisps!



We decided to try out the Cadac for the first time tonight. The resultant BBQ was splendid - although by now it was bloody cold on top of our cliff and the eating was a hurried affair half inside Isabella and half outside!


By this time the Twinnies were getting tired and, in a 3 berth caravan ( as lovely as Brunnehilda is) with a freezing cold wind blowing outside, there isn’t a lot of choice of things to do so it meant that everyone joins them. To be fair, I don’t think anyone was too upset to get an early night.

Harry slept with Laura on the dinette bed and poor old George was with Charlie and Finners in Isabella. The wind continued to howl and we all said a prayer to whatever God we worshiped - for a rain free night and that the Vikings could be assimilated into our simple way of life as quickly as possible with little or no bloodshed or loss of sanity.



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