We had the opportunity of staying at a friend's home and enjoyed our stay, even though we had a mixed bag of weather. It was just a short walk to the beach and most days we went to walk along the shore where the cobbles rumble up and down pushed along by the waves, getting smaller the further east you walk.
There had been some very heavy rain and strong winds, and the coco coloured sea was churning with earth from the fallen cliffs. Above the pebble beds seen on the lower section is the Otter Sandstone formed by windblown sand dunes.
Looking through the pebbles on the beach, I found some unusual very dark ones, and believe them to be tourmalinised hornfels, according to the Fairlynch Museum in Budleigh. We spent the whole of one afternoon at that Museum which is very well set out.
The bridge across the lower Otter River was still being worked on, and it would have been nice to be able to walk across the small estuary and walk eastwards along the cliff. From the western cliffs there is an iconic view and blowing up the picture I took with my phone gives a 'picturesque' look.
We enjoyed our circular walk up the Otter Valley following the river for part of the walk and returning along the opposite site of the valley with plenty of opportunities for bird watching en route.
A second visit to A la Ronde after many years was interesting, but it seemed that it was not as interesting, post covid I think they have decided to remove the birds such as the hens and guineafowl. The café is no longer on the lower floor, but we did enjoy a snack with the opportunity to shelter from the rain in a yurt. This was the first time for me in a yurt and it had been interestingly furnished and quite roomy.
I suppose one cannot take in all the details on just one visit, and this time I was interested to see the details of the feather frieze in the drawing room.
The octagonal entry hall in which there is a magnificent 'rents table' is really quite magnificent with the silvered witch ball which hangs down from the full height of the house just below a flying wooden dove.
Another special treat for me was spending the afternoon at Bicton Gardens, and that deserves a separate post which I shall be working on during the week.
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