Sunday was all in the name of river Dart. We drove very small roads, with hedges and stone walls on both sides, praying that there would be no oncoming traffic. Dartmoor is a surprisingly versatile landscape: the river area is full of bushes and trees, while the higher fields are as meager as you would expect. There are animals everywhere, you actually might get closer contact than you wished for...
Who can read the clock?
Although we could have stayed forever in Dartmoor the weather started to turn against us, so we decided to spend the afternoon in Dartmouth, where the river meets the sea. A beautiful little village right at a inlet, where children fished for crabs that they sold to the local restaurants. We strolled through the harbour and then settled for an Indian restaurant that unfortunately could not convince even remotely. We will have to try that again!
Sind das Oreo-Kühe?
ReplyDeleteWenn Oreo die Übersetzung von Puschelohren ist, dann ja!
DeleteBeautiful! It's funny the pictures I post make you homesick and the pictures you post fill me with wanderlust. I so need to travel to Europe!
ReplyDeletePlease do come over! We could show you a nice place or two :-)
DeleteOMG, I LOVE, your cow pics! All of your images are stunning. You have a great eye for composition. I just might have to add Dartmouth to our upcoming UK jaunt. :-)
ReplyDeleteI'm a bit slow sometimes, Roland. The "Gentlemen's Tour" should have clued me in that it was you doing the posting here. LOL. You and Sonja both have a great eye for photography. Your blog is better than many travel blogs I have seen lately. And I've seen a LOT.
DeleteDar, I was JUST thinking a girls' adventure in Europe would be fun. You, Brandy, and me could fly over to rendezvous with Sonja and have her lead us through the Italian and Swiss Alps, then through Bavaria and the Black Forest. Isn't that a lovely thing to ponder? I doubt Hubby would ever let me get away with that one. He would be too jealous!
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