Q- What does North Devon, Malvern Hills and a Steak have in common?
A- They were all enjoyed by myself over the past week.
I little bit of back dated posting here but I had no choice. I left my cables to the the uploading and that is the equivalent of a caveman forgetting his spear when he goes hunting as such are the modern times we live in.
I started the week off in Bideford, North Devon in a camper van. Good times. Drove up and down that coast and visited Clovelly – Nice little village on a hill where the residents shun technology and still use sledges to get their shopping up and down a hill. I wasn’t bothered about the place but enjoyed my company more.
Then we drove to Bude – Nice little surfer town where I did the touristy thing and took a photo which was intoxicated by the three ASBO girls captured in the photo. They were insenced by the fact that they were inadvertently in my photo they confronted me with a “Go back to your own country” slam and one of them said, “he doesn’t understand you, he can’t speak english.” Then I laughed and said, “but I can spell receive.” They looked at each other. I had stumped them or they thought I was a freak and didnt know how to address me. Either way, I casually walked away whilst having the last laugh.
The next town was Illfracombe. Probably my favourite one because it was just so stunning. Castles atop of hills. Streets of little tea shops that purport to be the Englishest of English to the tourists but really they get all their food from Tesco..or worse Asda.Its one of those touristy towns though that in the summer, it’s beauty is overshadowed by the masses of families with their kids all bearing an ice cream in one hand and a beach ball in the other. None of that this time round as it was easter and windy. Although I did see some ice cream fiends holding the ice cream trade down in the adverse weather.
To cut a long story off by a little bit so it’s still long but less long thanit would have been… The holiday was over and we came back home and straight away I was off to the Malvern hills to run up there. Seriously awesome views. Apparently, you can see Wales from the summit. It was all a wind sweeping breathe of freshness i needed after driving some miles in Devon.
After coming down from the mountain (it’s not a hill once it’s been conquered) and recovering, I realised that my holiday was nearly over and I hadn’t seen my favourite aunt so I gave her a call and arranged lunch. We went out to this swanky Gastro pub i think. As a traditionalist, I was naturally sceptical about these gassy places but as soon as I saw my steak, I knew I was in for a good time. Instead of tucking in right away, I took a picture because ‘ it lasts longer!’ This is oh so true because everytime I see the steak picture my taste buds have a mini party.
All pictures taken from N95.
