Monday, 12 November 2012
An impromptu drive across misty Exmoor today to Barnstaple. It always rains when we visit Barnstaple, and today was no exception. En route, we drove through dense mist, the road carpeted with the glorious gold of fallen beech leaves.
We went via Countisbury Hill that leads precipitously down to Lynmouth and Lynton.
The first time I made this journey, in August 2011, with friend Shelagh from Toronto, it was sunny and very hot, and the brakes began to feel mushy as we arrived in Lynmouth, so much so that I worried about not being able to stop, and careering into the sea wall.
Today, it was hard to recall ever having had hot weather; the rain seems endless.
On the way home, we stopped for supper at the 13th Century inn here.
In 1907 it looked like this. Tonight it looked warm and inviting, with its ancient fireplace, glowing logs and good home cooking.
I had steak and ale pie; The Gardener had penne pasta with butterbeans in a creamy/pesto sauce - so much more interesting than it sounded.
When we emerged, the mist had cleared and some of the millions of stars so clearly visible on Exmoor were just beginning to show.
We're never short of weather round these parts....
Posted by rachel at 22:16