Red Hot Pokers

A lovely sunny and bright morning.   I was tired, but TT and I went for a run together. It was breezy and TT took me on a hilly route, that also took in the cow field.  When we got back, TT disappeared, then reappeared with a dish of brambles – which I then had for breakfast. 
 
We packed up a picnic and set off on what felt like a long journey to Dunster Castle, where we encountered all weathers.  It’s not that far as the crow flies, but it is a narrow-ish, winding road, so it took us a while to get there.  Thankfully it was dry at our destination.  We had our picnic in the castle grounds, then went for a look around the castle,  the gardens and the woodland, down to the mill and on to the village, for a wander.
 
Instead of driving straight back, we drove along the coast to Lynmouth.  TT and I camped in Lynton many years ago – 2001 in fact.  We had been out walking all day and stopped off for a drink in Lynmouth before heading up the hill to the campsite.  A guy tried to tell TT that someone had flown into the twin towers in New York.  We assumed he had been sitting in the pub all day.  We learned later that he was of course correct.
 
We had a quick wander around Lynmouth.  It was getting very grey, the tide was in and sea was getting rather choppy.  We didn’t hang around too long, then continued on our journey home, driving across Exmoor in the gloom.  We decided that we would eat out tonight, at either the Italian or the Indian in Axminster.  We got seats at the Italian and had a lovely meal to round off a lovely day  out.
 
These red hot pokers were flowering in the keep garden at Dunster castle, looking out over the Bristol Channel.  The extra is of boats at Lynmouth.