Three lovely days spent in the company of two friends from Newcastle.
We crammed in so much. Walking, sightseeing, driving, shopping, tearooms and cafes.
My, how those girls can shop!
And fret about their holiday weight gain, and how they might not be allowed on the plane home, and not just because of their luggage allowance. And eat some more.
I so enjoyed their company. Tosca was in heaven having two favourite aunties with us, and Millie enjoyed coming out for walks in a larger gang.
All that running about excitedly and dashing up trees was tiring for little stripy legs, though. A lie-down in the road was required before coming indoors again.
The best part for me was watching the loveliness of this area working its magic, and seeing my friends enjoying the views, the beaches, the beautiful rolling hills, and understanding why I love it so.
Three days wasn't long enough; much more to do and see next time.
But the heresy? Well, I really don't like the much-vaunted cream tea that is such a tourist attraction all over the West Country.
Give me a home-baked scone fresh from the oven and a bit of butter, yes, lovely. Maybe some raspberry jam. But a big, cakey scone with clotted cream and sickly-sweet strawberry jam? Even worse, two? Noooooooo..... (If I hadn't refused this time, there would have been six on that plate!)
I've tried them in several different places, where the home-made cakes look much more enticing, and they have invariably disappointed.
Feel free to disagree....