Arriving in Brixham is a little like going to the home of an old friend as we’ve visited so many times. This time we stayed in a ‘lodge’ which is really a glorified caravan, though like no other I’ve seen. At 40 ft long and 20ft wide it was only a little over a year old and was very spacious. Complete with dishwasher and washing machine it was a far cry from the holiday caravans I stayed in as a child. There were two bathrooms so we had one each. Brixham is a busy fishing town and, a few years ago, was the focus of an enjoyable TV series called, appropriately, Fish Town. Apparently there exists evidence of inhabitation since the Ice Age. We always enjoy the walk along one side of the marina where the previously scrubby wasteland has been taken over and cultivated, with some imagination, by local volunteers.
A little further along we came to a stunning sculpture, Man & Boy which was erected to commemorate those from Brixham who lost their lives at sea.
In my last post I mentioned that I’d share my experience of my ‘internet date’. For some months now I have been following an excellent blog http://www.margaretpowling.com/ which is written by a lovely lady, a writer who lives in Devon – in fact, just a few miles from Brixham. We have discovered, via our blogs, that we have a great deal in common. It seemed a wasted opportunity for us not to meet up when I was so close. Despite some slight concern from our husbands who have clearly heeded all the advice on staying safe whilst meeting people with whom one has been in contact over the internet, we were both absolutely certain that we’d be ok. And we were – we hit it off immediately, chatted seamlessly for two very enjoyable hours, drank coffee and ate cake in Liberty’s cafe and cocktail bar which is certainly an unusual place. Margaret suggested ‘Art Deco meets fairground’ and I think that’s a pretty apt description. I just know that if we lived closer, we’d meet up on a regular basis .
Other highlights of the week included visits to Torquay where we ate a very tasty lunch in the delightful Pier Point restaurant, and to Cockington which I read is the most photographed village in Devon.
On our last day we walked up to Berry Head to see the remains of the Napoleonic fort, relics from the Cold War – the Roc bunker and observation post, and the lighthouse.
Finally we entered the Guardhouse Cafe which is housed in the old guardhouse where a delicious cream tea with warm scones, strawberry jam and thick clotted cream provided a fitting end to our visit to Devon.