Weightless Flight

Last day based from Ziva’s and I got an early start and a 7.40 bus back to Paignton. A bit cooler and cloudy but the sticky heat came later in the day. I walked around Torbay, trying to cover some ground without the rucksack and with the view of making it to Teignmouth, 15 miles up the coast. Torbay is quite a sophisticated old place and warrants it’s ‘English Riviera’ title. It is also well defended in case the French try to have a go whilst we’re not expecting it.

Cop some of that warship you garlic munching aggressors!
The end of the point between Torbay and Torquay is very pleasant.

Just keeping going, ‘only in dreams, in beautiful dreams’ wafting round my empty skull. I sometimes sing it too when I’m in the woods. Sound deadens in the leaves. I came across an orchard and climbed over the gate to get some apples – cider apples – delicious. I’ve lost over a stone and a half so walking and my diet suit me at the moment.

I stopped at a beautiful old country pub for liver and bacon for lunch. A real treat and the pub was great.

The first view of Teignmouth spurred me on, white houses on a hill the other side of the river. Another ferry and this time it was a short journey frequently made.

I got the train back to Ziva’s and she got us a great Chinese takeaway.
I’ve done 505 miles! I’ve only got 125 to go. I underestimated how many I’d done a couple of days ago but I’ve just checked it on the SWCP website.
Back to being weighted on from Teignmouth onwards.

Now I know I’m a little juvenile on occasions but this made me snigger like a schoolboy. Why? I dunno it just made me snigger.