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We've been wandering the wilds of Devon, through tangles of trees and flowers enough to bring out the Shakespeare in any soul; pink campion, stitchwort, fernsnbracken (still can't remember which is which) celandines and yellowrattle, lily-of-the-valley, forget-me-not, strawberry flowers, banks of violets and bluebells, wild cherry trees... There was no chance of sitting down and practising me sonnets, due to canine intervention splashing along the brooks in search of the perfect stick; proof that Dog is not only Man's Best Friend, but his kindest critic as well.
The woods were beautiful but my heart almost left my body and flew off into the blue at Westward Ho with the late afternoon light catching the water. I found a razorfish shell, like some sort of marine cigar case on the sands. I didn't bring it home.
The woods were beautiful but my heart almost left my body and flew off into the blue at Westward Ho with the late afternoon light catching the water. I found a razorfish shell, like some sort of marine cigar case on the sands. I didn't bring it home.
Re: Westward Ho!
Date: 2010-05-17 01:09 pm (UTC)It's also where Kipling went to school, and therefore the place that the village in Stalky and Co. is based on.