I must go down to the sea again,
The lonely sea and sky
I left my shoes and socks there -
I wonder if they're dry?
Obviously when I go on holiday I like my accommodation to match my hair
Here's the lovely little cottage we stayed in near Axminster in Devon. We arrived last Sunday, got stuck into a large takeaway and woke up on Monday to terrible weather. Being a bank holiday and us not being able to drive there was no transport, so we couldn't leave the village. So we lazed around until dinner time when we walked 5 minutes down the road to pub and ate ourselves into a food coma.
Food comas were the recurring theme of the holiday.
Here's the interior, it's a retro dream, hardly changed since the 60s, but would unfortunately be total hell to any dust mite allergy sufferers or those who like immaculate interiors, it's a little mildewy in there
|gorgeous blue kitchen, cute painted coat hangers, there was more than one gorgeous but dusty feather eiderdown, the fire dance - a classic print|
I wasn't allowed to steal anything...
On Tuesday the sun shone brightly and we headed to Lyme Regis
|excuse the dirty nail but that's actually fudge I'm holding. Also that cow gives me the creeps|
|Lyme beach, seaside curios/tat, local decor|
The second hand bookshop in Lyme Regis was hilarious. It was run by a gay couple of undisclosed mid-European origins. They were graciously but determinedly unhelpful if you needed anything - I asked if they had anymore Victorian scraps, the reply was "ach! I have thousands, but it means sorting through them, you'll have to come back another time". As we left they were about to start a lunch of red wine and bread to a soundtrack of Maria Callas singing Casta Diva, despite the queue of customers.
Bubblegum and blackcurrant ice creams from Rinky Tinks on the seafront
Wednesday was a bit dodgy again so we headed into Axminster - home to the famous organic/foraged/home cooked/middle class cuisine of scruffy hearthrob nerd chef Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall and his River Cottage Canteen. We ate in the American themed diner/living room "Route 66". Firstly, we explored the amazing and huge antiques centre - very reasonable priced, followed by a charity shop trawl.
|trying on hats at Chapel Antiques, Satan and Lenin as bosom buddies and Route 66 - well recommended|
I bought - tonnes of postcards, german card game (old maid), 80s badges, print of Queen Alexandra, worried dog was free, polka dot dress, needs fixing all from Axminster and other ephemera from bookshop in Lyme Regis
This mirror which I'm guessing is Mexican was £7!
On Thursday we headed to Axe Valley Bird and Animal Park where we touched up chickens and cooed and gawped at everything
On Friday we went over to Honiton, which wasn't so exciting, hence no photos, though we did have another fantastic lunch. We ate non stop all week. I polished off a bottle of Lyme Bay Port and Elderflower Liqueur by myself - go find Lyme Bay stuff near you, it's fantastic!
I also had a lot of long hot baths, we brought our ipods and a dock, so I drank booze and sung loudly whilst wallowing.
We also ordered bread from the local shop, every amenity was much easier to get to than in my own village and generally more pleasant. I read The Sun a lot which was bad for my brain, my body later punished me by making my arm hurt so much I couldn't hold the newspaper. Could also've been the 40 year old mattresses we were sleeping on.
Saturday was nicer weather again so we went to Seaton, a run down but pleasant seaside town
|the Seaton carnival was on, we saw a bit of the dog show|
|paddling, beach huts, lunch, stupid sign,|
|Mike bending, more beach huts|
Have you ever seen the film Monsieur Hulot's Holiday? You really should if you haven't - I was a pretentious child and liked nothing better than a B&W 50s comedy. Well Seaton and Lyme Regis had the same vibe, with less sand.
We discovered the pebble beach was agony on our feet, so rushed to buy some wet suit slipper things. Despite not bringing my swimming costume I really fancied a dip....
But first I bought another blue ice cream
Then we braved the waters. We didn't have a change of clothes
We went home happy but with damp bums.
There ends the holiday. Back to work tomorrow and lots of blog reading to catch up on too!!
Can't wait to start stalking ya'll again.