I spent today doing a craft fair, one of the regulars in Beer, a lovely unspoilt village by the sea in East Devon. Beer is on the Jurassic coast, a World Heritage site as well as the South West Coast Path, England’s longest waymarked footpath at 630 miles. It gets many visitors, mainly British, but I’ve met many from around the world who have popped in to look for hand made gifts.

I always wonder how someone from America, Australia or China ends up in a tiny place like Beer, cities like Exeter twenty two miles away I can understand, but I suppose it’s no stranger than my visit to https://lucidgypsy.wordpress.com/2013/07/21/an-elusive-gorge-and-a-hill-top-perch/ recently.

A couple of weeks ago in Beer I met a lovely lady who knows Chittle Chattle, we had a good old chin wag  and both found it amazing that our paths should cross.  Last year I learnt that Lynne Braithwaite Sanders had ancestors just  a few miles from me in Kenton and I went to photograph the village for her. These are both surprising but nothing compared to today when two ladies from New Zealand came and chatted to me. I’m nosey and always try to cajole people into telling me where they are from and not being satisfied with ‘the North Island’, I asked which town. Until I began blogging I could have named perhaps four places in New Zealand so when she said the name Tauranga I was amazed and said that I knew some one from Katikati just about twenty miles from there! They told me about the Bay, Waihi beach and Omokoroa and I was  able to say that I’ve seen photos from there.

Is it just me that thinks it’s incredible that they showed up in that village hall, eleven thousand miles from home just on the day I was there? What do you think Jo B?