We arrived to be met by these vicious naughty geese. Gracie and George hated me at first sight and loved nothing more than terrorising me across the cobbled courtyard.
This amused Spring greatly and he'd spend the time trying to catch my terror on camera. Bastard.
This was our cottage, tucked in the hills. Very picturesque. Shortly after arriving we went on a 25 mile (or more) walk through wild country, grass and stingy things. We ended up in a field of vicious man eating sheep with evil stares and noises to give you nightmares for the rest of your life. Let's just say I'm not a country girl.
We finally found our way back to civilization and the house. Little did we know though that just round the corner the bloody geese and the cockerel lay in wait for me. See Springs car in the background? He thinks he's Lord of the Manor. Hmm.
Our room was the middle one at the top. The place was called Cutthorne and I can recommend it if you like comfort, quiet and country side... Oh and bloody geese. The place is set deep in Exmoor and has it's own water supply. A well with lovely spring water. All the food is grown in their gardens. Spring said the only thing wrong with it was it wasn't a nudist colony (hmm)
There were three other couples there who didn't speak all weekend. They were awfully odd. They didn't even speak to each other. This morning straight after breakfast they all grabbed their cases and left. Maybe it was us? Maybe they were late for church?
The first night my darling Spring got ready for bed and I suddenly noticed this orange hue emitting from his body. At first I thought he was tanned... Then... Who tans a bright orange?
Yep, he'd got a 99p bottle of fake tan from Lidl and mired his little body with it. Thank goodness we weren't at Dilly Dallies. I wouldn't have been able to be seen naked with him.
He looked like a bottle of Orangina.
The shock was overwhelming. I was dating an overripe piece of citrus fruit. Woe is me.
Luckily the view from the room was enough to calm the mind and body. Note how lots of it was starting to go quite brown in the sun. Saturday it did rain most of the day, but light pathetic rain that did little to water the needy plants and trees.
The owner of the place said her vegetable field was in desperate need of water but they couldn't waste the well water. Don't we take stuff for granted in the city?
They could stop watering those evil geese that might help!
Saturday we went to the Lynton cliff rail and wandered around Lynton and Lynmouth. It rained but wasn't cold. The place was full of foreign tourists. We visited three railways in 2 days in Exmoor.... ffs! We actually had a ride on one of them... a narrow gauge thing. We also visited a steam museum. Never date a railway enthusiast.
In lynmouth we had a meal in a really lovely cafe by the bridge. In hopped this little robin red breast. The owner said he was in there all the time.
We nearly had a meal in this rather fancy pub but the vegetarian options were dire. Amazing though all those colours and flowers.
Lynmouth Bay in the sunshine. The beach is odd but the view spectacular. See the road in the distance winding up the hill? We drove up there and across the countryside to Minehead. At the very top the view is brilliant. There was a car stopped right at the bendy bit with all 5 members of the family stood out taking in the view, we nearly hit them, all of them could have been killed. It was so stupid. People do not think at all.
In exchange for me being so kind, and allowing him to visit three sodding railways, Spring brought me a fluffy sheep called Dunster on the way home. Here we are after stopping at The Lamb for a drink and Spring and Dunster pose. The orange has faded slightly but still evident.
He's threatened to reapply.
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