First time to visit Devon. And so I did. And I survived the five hour drive and there I finally was on Friday evening. The next day I put on my most comfy retro shoes (they look old and knackered but they are just made look old) and a comfy shirt and headed to Clovelly, a very picturesque seaside village.
I managed to have first lunch al fresco this year (proper rural style, surrounded by bunch of pigs and very loud duckling couple), it was my first time to ride in a Land Rover (and it was one bumpy ride) and a first time to attend a pottery workshop (I was most likely the oldest and very keen participant in years… after realizing that it is me and a bunch of kids in the group)