September West Country

Once again we returned to the beautiful West Country.

North Devon.

I have been visiting this part of Devon since I was about five years old.

I never tire of it.

I love the ruggedness of this coastline.

The beautiful cool colours of slate rocks and blue skies mixed with rich greens, mossy soft.

I love the icy blue green with the grey rocks.

I can sit for hours just looking out to sea.

I sort everything out in my mind in peace and alone apart from hubby..

I love alone, nobody here just us two with our picnic provided and served to me by very thoughtful husband.

At dusk we return to the little Georgian guest house tucked away in a very quiet valley, hidden by trees, perched on a little shelf cut into the rock face of slate.

Emmm we are in heaven, fire blazing and a meal awaiting.

What more could you ask for?

This little break was my birthday present from Mr N.

Here he is, happy as Larry!

And me waiting for Julia to bring in our evening meal.

This is soooo much nicer than a big posh hotel.

It is more personal, which I like.

I love to see Julia's collections.

Every time we visit something has been updated on the house and something added to her collections.

We share the same love of Vintage.

And both collect Sea Glass.

Treasure from the sea.

The old Victorian Conservatory was demolished and a one new one which is an exact copy or as near as.

Painted wood and glass, the original slate sink still there with its old taps and Ferns growing where they want to.

I love Ferns.

During the day we visited all those special places that draw you back time after time.

Taking it all in again, the smells, the views and the sound of gushing water never seem to change. Ever!

I guess you may recognise these images, but if  you don't something stops

me from telling you where this is, I want to keep the mystery.

Another lovely walk through a valley starts here.

The footpath passes alongside this large Inn.

We took a slow walk through the woods, beside the river down to the bay.

It takes about an hour to reach the sea.

There were quite a few other folk who had done the walk too just standing gazing at the sea or lying on the huge rocks.

Nobody seemed to make a noise it was silent apart from the crashing waves which funnily enough soothed rather and scared me.

 Ugg boots are the most comfortable boot I have ever worn.

Ugly boots Mr N calls them.

I don't care! comfort over style sometimes has to be done.

Look very close and you will see the tiny people on the shoreline.

This will give you an idea on the proportions of the rocks and the size of the waves.

A magical place and as this rock pile says...

We will be back.

Back home now to all my little men, the biggest now at school.....oh where does the time go.

I hope you have a lovely week.

Enjoy the cosy home.

C

X

ps, note for Yvonne I did try to email you with answer to your question.

Maybe you can email me so I can reply.xxx