The most difficult thing I found was choosing which ice cream shop should benefit from my custom. All offered traditional, Devon or Cornish ice cream, all given names designed to trigger off pangs of sensual anticipation. Names like Bampton blackberry and Devonshire clotted cream. So good I'll have to go back and try another range.
The car park wall had an inbuilt flower bed running its length and it was overflowing with these fabulous pink and purple petunias. So vivid I had to take a photo. (Even though I can't see petunias without singing, 'Don't jump off the roof, dad, you'll make a hole in the yard; mother's just planted petunias, the weeding and seeding was hard.') (And I think Blogger has done something to the picture as it wasn't half faded as this is.)
It started off as a sandcastle but GrandDaughter added the stones and it became a sandbug from outer space.
Sidmouth and its sea front and cliffs form part of Devonshire's Jurassic coast.
It started off as a sandcastle but GrandDaughter added the stones and it became a sandbug from outer space.
Sidmouth and its sea front and cliffs form part of Devonshire's Jurassic coast.
4 comments:
Sounds like a lovely outing. Indeed, it looks like a kitty.
It was a lovely day out, leslie.
Hahaha! I didn't know they even had kitty cats in the Jurassic age! It's a ginger moggy, too!
Granddaughter is obviously a beleiver in the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Explain THAT in your church ;-)
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