Here starteth the next installement of my travels and miraculously the holiday was in my very own country, fair Britannia with the Hungarian ball of energy, Miss Vica. Saturday started very early with packing (of course, why do it earlier) and then we were on the road south to Devon. Our first stop was Dunster where the first of our rainbows were spotted, a theme that followed us throughout the whole trip. Dunster is famous for its castle and if it wasn't for the fact that it cost £7 to get in, we could tell you about it. Instead we went to the castle shop and looked at postcards of it (good travel tip).One of the reasons for driving west was to go over exmoor for great views but nope, we visited when a blanket of fog covered the whole moor, we could barely see in front of the car! Our next stop was Lynmouth, a town devastated in the fifties by a flash flood so it has a special place in my heart. We travelled up the hill on the cliff railway powered by water (this was after much discussion that we should walk up, i will leave you to decide who was wanting to walk up!). At the top we saw a flock of bridesmaids and had a walk around before descending by the path this time. On the way, vica had a 'first' - a cream tea which went down very well. A cream tea consists of a fruit scone, clotted cream, strawberry jam and a pot of team. My cream tea was less than traditional (no fruit in scone yuk, no jam yuk, no tea yuk).
On the way to the campsite we stopped off at Ilfracombe, a tiny devon town with a beach where we paddled in the freezing cold water while stood next to a little boy who was running in and out of the water without a flinch. Our campsite was in Woolacombe on a very steep hill which is great for a view but not for camping with a girl who is half the size of you and who wishes to sleep downhill :) After dinner we decided to go for a walk, great idea i thought and we could wash up at the same time. At this point vica burst out laughing and i couldn't understand why, its seemed like a normal thing to me. Go for a wonder, wash up, wonder some more and then go home. Whats so funny???? Picture it, a bristolian and hungarian not being able to speak due to laughter, holding their stomachs from the pain and still none the wiser why the other is laughing. How was I to know Vica thought I meant we were going on a hike carrying a saucepan all the way!!! :)))
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oh how i resent being misquoted and misinterpreted... hence this little errata to the blog ms keela has written. i strongly recommend cross-checking the information contained in the blog with my useful and wise contributions that so degradingly landed in the "comment" section :D
so here i was on the road with ms keela, a brit
* leading such an italian way of life that even culturally well-seasoned hungarians (and some fellow brits) shot occasionally a double take,
* who gladly took my prescriptive linguistic advice ("no ms keela, im fairly sure: its a swarm of linguists, but a gaggle of bridesmaids", and "the word of the day is "utopistic", ms keela, you spell it U-T-O-P...")
* who would never take tea and goes by the "no fruit in scone yuk, no jam yuk, no tea yuk" principle, while i silently faint by the taste explosion caused by the strawberry jam, the huuuge spoonfuls of clotted cream and the fruit scone, washed down with fragrant and pretty potent black tea,
* who honestly offered "okay so lets take a walk and we can take the wash-ups with us",
* who really honestly didnt understand what sent me rolling on the grass laughing when i visualised this, us taking a good 15 min walk thru thickets and pastures to the shore with the pot that doubled as our bowls (shes italian i told ya), spoons, sponge and washup liquid, there paddling a little and then hiking back up a good hour later to camp,
* who thinks one (that is, i) wishes to sleep downhill, while one (still me) was only worried that should ms keela sleep downhill on an inflatable mat, her bed and our tent would gently slide down the hill and visit the sea. so one (me, again) offered to sleep downhill acting as a barrier. oh the self-sacrifice that goes unnoticed :)
Thank you Miss Vica :)
I need to add something else to my blog and thats a little downhill slip I had on the way down from Lynton to Lynmouth. Miss Vica was off trundling down the hill followed by me in skirt and sandles slip, sliding all the way down. We got almost to the bottom then disaster struck, Miss Keela slipped on some leaves and gravity forced her to trip forwards and what did Miss Vica do?......ran out of the way!!!! No coming back to assist me, no standing there with arms waiting to catch me. Nope, she ran down the hill and around the corner!!!!
My heroin :)
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