A walk in the rain
Nov. 20th, 2013 09:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sawylAfter taking the folks to BTP for breakfast — both better and cheaper than the place they were staying — we came up with a cunning plan to drive to the Warren and walk to Dawlish and back. Sadly we picked the worst possible time and walked both there and back in the driving rain. While it wasn't the greatest hardship it in the world — it still wasn't quite as cold as miserable as some of our summer holidays camping in Salcombe! — I was pretty soggy by the time we got back to the car.
We weren't entirely sure where to go for lunch — unlike pater, whose cycling group seems to spend most of its time checking out Warwickshire pubs, my knowledge of rural eateries is extremely limited. Luckily, driving back through Kenton, mater spotted the farm shop at Powderham and we stopped to go to the restaurant. The food was good, the place was nice and airy — the weather had finally decided to clear — and the parents noted how similar the clientele was with that of Hilltop Farm (i.e. I was the youngest patron by a good thirty years) Following a quick potter round the shops we returned to Exeter, where the parents dropped me and set off on their journey north.
I think we all had a good time — I don't think we argued at all! — and it was a nice chance for the parents to have a mini-break away from the hassles of hearth and home...
We weren't entirely sure where to go for lunch — unlike pater, whose cycling group seems to spend most of its time checking out Warwickshire pubs, my knowledge of rural eateries is extremely limited. Luckily, driving back through Kenton, mater spotted the farm shop at Powderham and we stopped to go to the restaurant. The food was good, the place was nice and airy — the weather had finally decided to clear — and the parents noted how similar the clientele was with that of Hilltop Farm (i.e. I was the youngest patron by a good thirty years) Following a quick potter round the shops we returned to Exeter, where the parents dropped me and set off on their journey north.
I think we all had a good time — I don't think we argued at all! — and it was a nice chance for the parents to have a mini-break away from the hassles of hearth and home...
