Writo

By Writo

Dartmouth from the water

A day of walking (hot!), looking round the small castle, catching the boat back up the estuary, and a spot of late lunch and pottering.

This evening's boat took us out to sea, west along the coast and back again. I have sea legs, all I need is a vessel to sail.

Oh dear, something in the B&B's kitchen has broken so the restaurant is closed, the extractor fan isn't drowning out the TV in my room, the smell of frying isn't wafting in through the open window (room v warm) and Radio 1 has fallen silent, but I'm coping.

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