First of all, I’ll confess that the title of the post was going to be the weirdest no the wierdest pub but I couldn’t make my mind up how to spell it. Do you ever get letter blind and unable to spell a word that you’ve written a million times? Please don’t all say no, you’re losing it G 🙂
Anyway, back to the strange pub. It’s called the Highwayman and it’s on Dartmoor. Here he is holding up a coach!
and a gallery, click for a bigger view.
Here’s the man himself, unless you want to risk highway robbery,get off the moor before night falls.
What a weird place, I’ve heard it’s even stranger inside. They have rooms if you want to stay, but of course it’s haunted.
Driving around Dartmoor this evening, I spotted this Devon village green. It’s typical of the sort of place you find on the moor, with it’s Saxon stone cross. It looks as if nothing has changed for centuries, but apparently the cross was found in a barn and moved to the green in1985. It’s early Christian and has X’s and O’s engraved on it.
This is for Paula’s black and white Sunday typical theme, she has a dreamy image of Venice this week.
Vigilant : Alertly watchful especially to void danger, Merriam Webster.
Paula’s Thursday Special for the first week of June is ‘pick a word’, I’m choosing vigilant, from her list of five.
The river Dart, strangely enough, runs into the sea at Dartmouth. At the estuary stands the 600 year old castle, one the loveliest settings anywhere for a fortress.
The gun tower was one of the first of it’s kind in the country and has been standing vigilant for nearly as long as the castle has existed.
You can walk out to the castle, along a path with beautiful views, or you can go by ferry. I’ve done both, most recently last week, when I walked out and returned by boat. When you arrive at the jetty, there’s a board that you turn around, the ferryman sees it from way across the river and makes his way across to take you back to town. A perfect way of spending £2.50 on a sunny day.
Dartmoor granite was used to build the old London Bridge, the one that’s now a tourist attraction somewhere in the Arizona desert. Luckily there’s still plenty left to scramble on, and take photos of!
This is Bonehill Rocks, a couple of miles from Haytor. I went at the weekend, and had a bit of scramble myself. In fact I had to bump my way down on my derriere, holding on to absolutely nothing except my breathe.
The Otter estuary in the East Devon AONB has long been a favourite place of mine. If you park at Budleigh Salterton you can walk along the river up to Otterton, grab a pub lunch, visit a gallery and mill, then walk back down again. The last time I was there, I was too ill to walk very far at all, just far enough to snap a couple of photos.
The clouds performed rather well for a monochrome image, so I hope Paula will like it.
Let’s close the year by celebrating people, places, and objects that endure.
Well I’m so late with my weekly photo challenge entry that I’m beginning the year rather than ending it. I nearly didn’t bother this week, but then something triggered a memory. A few years ago, my oldest G-baby was really interested in fossils, so I took her to see some, but it was an epic fail. We walked along the stretch of beach where I thought I’d taken these photos a few years before and I couldn’t find them! Poor Louisa was so disappointed, we had to go to the fossil shop, where I bought her a tiny ammonite. Not the same at all when I’d promised her fossils wider than she was tall.
I never did find out for certain what happened to them, at the time I said there must have been another land slide that covered them, they were frequent. But it’s possible that I just couldn’t find them. I need to go back and try again – on my own!
This is my ‘resilient’ entry, I expect you ‘ve already done yours.
This is also a reply to Liz who asked if I’d ever found any fossils. She has a stunning wildlife blog, full of photos of the flora and fauna, in the area around Capetown.