All the photos on my side bar are from my wonderful walk last Thursday from Dartmouth Castle on the coastal path.
Needless to say now I'm back I'm extremely restless.
When I was in Devon this time I had to resist three things, all things I wanted to do by myself, and all things that the time is not quite right for yet. And I almost feel that if I do them too soon that my dream won't come true. I have to pace myself. It has to be done step by step, and this visit is probably the last that I will just be visiting and not working towards moving.
I wanted to go to the sea by myself and walk along the beach in the early morning or evening. I wanted to get on a river cruiser and go up the River Dart. And I wanted to go and look round the couple of houses that I saw for sale that appealed to me.
I was more than happy to do things with my friends though. So on Thursday as already stated was the walk and then lunch in Dartmouth. On Friday J and I hit the shops in Exeter and had a lovely ladies who lunch time.
On Saturday I went to my other friends, and the first thing we did was go for a walk on Exmouth beach and I went paddling.... it was very cold water. She then led me astray by taking me to the cider bar in Newton Abbott. This is where scrumpy cider is sold straight from the barrel. I drank a pint and a half and eat a massive cheese and onion baguette to try and soak it up. Which didn't work at all and I just got very giggly.
Going back to her house for a BBQ, included wasting time going through every one's name we knew on the friends reunited site, whilst drinking cocktails. Followed by champagne to accompany the hotdogs!! making me a tad fragile come Sunday morning.
So it was back to other friends, and a walk in the pouring rain by the River Bovey, before the world's best Sunday lunch. In that it takes several hours to have each course with a nap between and a lot of champagne.
Monday morning dawned with bright sunlight, for me to drive home.
One, if not the best thing that happened was a conversation with J at lunch on Friday, when she told me for the first time she was really looking forward to me, not only coming down to Devon, but hoping to live in the same town. And what that would mean to her. I've been concerned that she might have felt a bit swamped with my plans. Or that she was concerned that I would be too needy when I get there. So to hear her views was wonderfully reassuring.
But now I'm home and although I've got good things booked and of course my house is a lovely one, I keep thinking about that walk on the beach, and the other things I so want to do.
Since coming home I've been to work, listened and talked to people about them. Tried to have conversations with Alex in the rare five minutes he pops in and out of the house which are always about him. And not said a word to anyone else except Trix, and her conversations skills aren't great!
I know it really won't be that long before all this changes. And that time flies, but also that an hour can sometimes last forever!
