We love living in Devon, but also love France, especially the south coast of Brittany. However, as we live less than an hour from the Plymouth - Roscoff ferry, we can enjoy both.
Proper storm today here in Devon, but it can be lovely.
You know, right now, and this explains this thread, I would give up Mary Berry's fish pie for a storm like that. That's weather! You get a storm, it blows, it rains, then the sun comes out. What we have had here for going on six weeks now can not be described as weather. It can only be described in terms of grey, not even fifty shades of but rather degrees of grey, all below zero with the sun refusing to appear - who can blame it - because below is grey on grey. And under that a deeper shade of grey.
This came to a head yesterday. All day in Budapest where the fog was so thick you could cut it into blocks, throw it into the Danube and watch it float away with the slabs of ice. Standing for hours in the ice and snow, walking miles carrying gear, rude officials, only to spend a few unrewarding minutes with a couple of wannabe dictators who are out to poison their societies with their poisoned personalities. Got home after midnight, crawled into bed, knew I was not enjoying it any more.
Devon makes me sigh. The walk along the cliffs from Budleigh to Ladram bay on a beautiful May day in 2004 will always be with me. France or Devon, it will be ok either way.
