Tag Archives: Devon

An English Country Show

Saturday was one of those steamy July days when a craft marquee isn’t the best place to spend the day. Luckily for me, I was able to escape at regular intervals and check out some of the goings on at the Mid Devon Show. There’s always lots to see, but I only ever manage little glimpses. Here are some of them, starting with some classic cars.

Being a country show there are always plenty of flowers.

Add some rural crafts.

Tasty treats.

The odd tractor is a must
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And I’d love one of these.
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A burst of Kalash Tribal is a must see.

What would a country show be without some livestock?
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The prettiest cow ever
The prettiest cow ever

So, that was the Mid Devon Show 2014, and I’m already looking forward to next year, maybe you’ll be there too?

As blue as can be!

Early Beer

On a sunny Sunday at Beer in East Devon, it pays to be around bright and early to enjoy the peaceful beach. With blue skies and the crunch of the waves on the pebbles and just a few people it’s a perfect spot.

Looking east
Looking east
A shimmering horizon
A shimmering horizon


The stuff of coastal folk

As blue as can be!
As blue as can be!

Busying up, it's 10 am and there must be 10 people on the beach!
Busying up, it’s 10 am and there must be 10 people on the beach!

Looking West, Branscombe is around the corner, I don’t think you can walk it at beach level, but you can always climb up to the South West Coast Path.
I hope you liked an early peep at Beer?

A Little More from Broomhill

I wish it was possible to name all the artists and each piece of work at Broomhill, but I’d need a week there. So I’ll let you just enjoy – or otherwise, a few more sculpture shots.

Inside edge
Inside edge

From th other side you can see it's made from road signs and other reclaimed metal.
From th other side you can see it’s made from road signs and other reclaimed metal.

One of several of my favourites
One of several of my favourites


From the front
From the front

Not from the front!
Not from the front!

Any favourites or any that you strongly dislike?

Room, to roam

Today I’ve had the most lovely day out with my very dear blogging sister Christine, of Dadirri Dreaming, as well as her husband S, who coped well with a crazy Devon Gypsy driving them up the narrow lanes. If you have been following Christine you’ll know that she has been travelling around southern Spain for a few days, quite a bit warmer than here but it stayed dry for us and I’m thrilled to bits that she came all this way!
I took them to one of my favourite places on Dartmoor, Scorhill. We went inside the shelter of the stone circle, plenty of room there and with a view.

Scorhill

 

Next we went on over the hill and far away where these ladies had plenty of room to roam.

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This post is for the Weekly Photo Challenge . . . Room! As always , click for a bigger view.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/room/

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A Birthday Poem

Today is the day, but as always I plan to have a birthday month, so I spent yesterday walking beside the river Bovey. This is the result.

Rushing Slowly

I contemplate the transience of the River Bovey.

Every molecule of water that flows past my feet

has a destiny, whether it is to evaporate,

to splash onto the shingle that scratches at my soles,

sink into the peaty soil

or connect with the vastness of the sea.

Every leaf, green, frosted or baked dry by the sun

will crumble, flake along the route

or wash up intact on a beach,

ten or ten thousand miles away.

Every little stick tumbles and rolls

between east and west river bank,

to be claimed by a golden retriever

or gathered by a green consumer

to give home a few minutes of warmth.

From its source between Chagford and Shapley commons,

the Bovey glides, swirls and gushes to merge with the Teign

and rush headlong to the sea.

We are as the smallest drops, the most delicate leaves,

chasing through our three score and ten.

Transient beings, swimming, floating,

crashing against the shore of life,

relentlessly struggling to connect

with the vastness of our race.