When I nosed out of the window at a ridiculously early hour everything was misty. It had cleared by the time breakfast came but it was obvious the weather was not going to be good.
I headed to Sidmouth. Sidmouth is a very nice seaside town it feels like a small Eastbourne.
So I headed to 687 St Winifrid Branscombe
Anyway in the village is the only thatched forge still surviving.
The old bakery is now a National Trust team room. Well I just had to have a cuppa and a toasted tea cake now didn't I ;)
As I left the heavens opened! I decided that a wander around Beer was a waste of time so I got myself a pack of sandwiches. I parked up to read my book, listen to the cricket and eat the sarnies.
At 2pm I dutifully turned up at Shute Barton only to find it was closed due to exceptional circumstances. Nothing on the website.
I went for a potter around Honiton but eventually thought this is daft and returned to put my feet up.
Pity about the damp end but been a lovely week.