|Thomas Hardy's Garden|
Note the boots I am wearing in this picture, for example, a pair of DMs. I'm sitting in the garden of Thomas Hardy's cottage and the picture was taken on John's Box Brownie camera by a Japanese tourist who was totally perplexed by the fact that all he had to do was move a little lever at the side of the "box". We were on a long walking holiday, one which had taken us from Pembrokeshire (had to escape before I came down with pneumonia from the damp),whence to Cornwall (to recover), up to the North Devon/ Somerset borders - Minehead, Porlock, Ilfracombe, Woolacombe, Baggy Point and then on to Dorset. Some of this journey was done by bus, but much of it was completed on foot. We travelled light, slept under a makeshift tarp, no tent or sleeping bags, swam in the sea, washed in streams, boiled water for coffee in a black billy can hung on a hook over an open fire. Rabbits sniffed us and toads joined us for breakfast (honestly). When it rained, we hid in barns, drunk cider and dreamed of having our own shepherd's hut. We looked like tinkers and smelt of smoke in the lanes.
|Drying the bed, Maiden Castle|
|Colleen with the grumps, a Dorset lane|
The moral of the story is, of course, that you should always try to have happy feet.