A week of superb weather continued as we packed up to leave. Here's the view outside the
adorable landlady's house, and the lounge window of the cottage we were in. That's Rowan's bike - he generally cycles everywhere.
Shadows of the ash trees that surround the brook
and the log fire of the previous evening - made completely from wood collected from the nearby beach of Welcombe Mouth
Rusty saw blade against old wooden fencing
and, a little lower, a fern.
There are thousands of ferns in Devon. They thrive there.
The Last Breakfast.
Thank you Sue!
Beech nut shells, rope and a dried starfish arm
Driftwood, feather, cockle shells (and a damp-haired me)
Driftwood, feather, tiny flat stones (please ignore the cleavage)
