// post fourtyone. for a long weekend I went to see my granddad in Totnes. we went to Dartmouth and had a wonderful lunch in an old Tudor manor house (tapas: a mini boar burger and sweet potato chips with guacamole and a giant couscous-stuffed baby bell pepper with goat's cheese, and a caraffe of white wine), which had anamorphic circles in the restaurant, and we went to Brixham and had crème brûlée ice-cream in the sun walked the dog along the harbour where you aren't allowed to fish by order of the harbour master but hundreds of people were catching crabs. and I chose a few piles of books to bring back to Birmingham.
// now I'm back in Birmingham and the heat wave has broken! thunderstorms and lots and lots of rain. I don't know how long it will last, but at the moment I'm enjoying wearing a jumper. the cold is much better than the hot, even if the sun does make photography much easier. xx
catching crabs and crème brûlée ice-cream. you didn't tell me you lived a devonshire dream day. i'm almost certain when we went fishing for crabs in norway i discovered carcinus, under a rock. (he was on holiday too). gigantic.
ReplyDeleteof course, it's not difficult to do in Dartmouth and Totnes! and oh my, stars are named after him, but it seems he (c. maenas) might not have been on holiday, but indeed staging an invasion from his Mediterranean home! get your strange plastic handles and twine ready!
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