The worst part of any holiday is surely the unpacking once home, second only to packing in the first place (but at least there is the promise of the holiday when doing that). We have just returned from a week in South Devon, staying in the fishing town/holiday destination of Brixham.
Home for the week was a very holiday lodge. At 20 feet wide and 40 feel long, these are proper mobile homes rather than caravans, and all the more comfortable for it.
Sitting on a balcony looking across to the sea is a relaxing way to spend an hour…or two…or longer!
Strolling along the breakwater, alongside the marina and around the harbour took up part of almost every day.
We’ve had non-stop sunny days – hot, but bearable (unlike last year’s temperatures which were so debilitating. We’ve seen beautiful sunsets…
…and eaten delicious food – crab sandwiches from Claws on the seafront are THE best! In fact, we ate them for lunch two days running.
The whiting from Rockfish was amazing. Why is it impossible to find whiting anywhere else?
We had a wonderful cream tea at the Guardsman Cafe on Berry Head (even if I did struggle to walk up there – the foot is still playing up). I forgot to take a photo but here’s one from an earlier visit.
We ventured away from Brixham very little, but the ferry to Dartmouth is always a must. The buildings here are so varied.
Bayards Cove Inn (another good crab sandwich, though Claws beats it) and a favourite place for lunch was full! It’s the first time we’ve failed to get a table.
After a coffee elsewhere, we sat on a bench on Bayard’s Cove for a while watching the boats. Unchanged for so many years, this area has been used several times in historic TV dramas.
The blue and white house in the picture is the old Customs House.
Then we took a walk along the cobbled quay to the old fort…
…before resting on a bench on the ‘sea’ front ‘boat watching’. To be precise, it’s actually a river as Dartmouth is the place where the River Dart, which runs from Dartmoor, meets the sea.
I said that the worst part of holidays is the unpacking. I’m not sure which are the best – there are so many, but up there close to the top of the list is the night of our return home. There is just no bed like one’s own!