After morning coffee we stirred ourselves and decided to visit the Devon Guild of Craftsmen in Bovey Tracey. The exhibitions are always interesting, change regularly and the cafe does nice food. It is also relatively quiet and unlike the nearby House of Marbles, won't be rolling with holiday makers seeking santuary form the rain. As we headed along the A38, the cloud started to lift, sun broke through and we even saw a rainbow!
The current exhibition Dead on Arrival - where Taxidermy met mixed media, made we wonder exactly what animals were supposed to look like, as they convincingly created creatures from different parts of other creatures, that were shocking in their plausibility. Other artwork was created from parts of animals. Vegetarians and other sensitive souls, do not examine the background of this photograph too closely...In the sun it was surprisingly warm, so after lunch we decided to head off to the coast, where we would be free to wander some distance without drowning in mud. However, we arrived to find that cloud had descended on Paignton. Across the bay Torquay sniggered in sunshine, but not for long. The KHT looked on in bemused outrage, as two girls raced around the beach and into the water in shorts. She was definitely not impressed that she was wearing a coat. It was about 13 degrees and drizzling with a biting wind, but she was not forgiving me for this imbalance of dress. The KHT rarely rushes around, I hasten to add.
By the time the parking was paid for. The prospect of exploring the tacky delights of the pier was sufficient to help sooth the blow to her pride. Afterwards, we wandered along the beach. Exploring the tide is always theraputic.
As we got nearer the harbour, we noticed small stones appear on the sand. Where there are stones, there is often sea glass, especially on an urban beach. Sure enough we were soon finding some. A couple walked past in opposite direction, similarly engaged.
"I am so glad to see you doing this as well" said the husband to me, "It means that we are not the only one's daft enough!"
"Well it makes a walk more intersting," I said
"Yes," he repled, "But we have been collecting glass EVERY day!"
The novelty of this exercise was clearly wearing off, so I didn't ask what he planned to do with the glass....
We paused on the harbour wall to admire the antics of an egret. It was fascinating to watch his neck charge shape, as he poised to pounce, and then processed his catch...
I had intended to walk over Roundham Head to Goodrington, but it was after 4pm, so we diverted to Fairy Cove, which being sheltered from the prevailing wind, felt much much warmer than the main beach. Here was glass aplenty. My husband, who usually struggles to find any glass, was finding loads of clear glass. I was finding predominantly green, and the KHT was finding brown, amber and the rare and treasured deep blue glass... My husband was having such a great time he didn't want to stop glass hunting. Normally he is lucky to spot any, but today the conditions were right for him and he probably found the most glass. I must admit, I did stop for a while to take photos...
Can you see a face on the edge of the cliff?
We prolonged our day by eating in a restaurant overlooking the sea, which meant we could admire Paignton's illuminations before calling it a day.
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