Day Trip to Teignmouth

Weeks ago we had booked a day out on one of John Martin's day out by coach.  We walk to the bus station starting our trip at 9:30 a.m. arriving in Teignmouth just after 11:30.  We had viewed Teignmouth from just across the estuary at Shaldon when we were driving home from friends in Torquay a number of years ago.

Luckily the day was calm, with no rain.  It was overcast, a little misty at first, and high tide when we arrived. We had a walk along the front to the Point and along the estuary looking for the little restaurant Catch 22 where we hoped to have lunch.  It looked really lovely, but sadly it was fully booked.  We asked where we might find something and they suggested Trade Winds.

We explored some of the little streets, however being Sunday most places were closed, but we did find Trade Winds there and settled down for a good enough dinner both choosing Steak and Kidney pie and vegetables.  The service was excellent and the Patron was obviously well liked as he knew many of the clients by name.  The portions of steak and kidney pie which were delicious were more than ample and I was very pleased that he suggested I opt for the smaller portion. I couldn't possibly contemplate dessert, but later on our walk had an ice cream each.

View of The Ness from Teignmouth Point

After lunch we decided to walk along the promenade which later turns into a walk along the railway.  It was the sort of day where the colour of the sea so closely matched the colour of the sky with the slight mist you had to guess where the horizon might be. The sound of the gentle waves along the beach were calming and soothing as we enjoyed the air, looking out for the few wild wild flowers that grew along the path.  Other promenaders and their dogs were also enjoying the day, and it was amusing the watch the dogs on the beach.  Along the edge of the sea there was not much to look at but I did manage to find three pleasing pebbles.

Looking towards the Parson and Clerk at Holcombe

As you approach Holcombe where the train enters the tunnel, it looks as if the path ends, and there we intended to turn back on ourselves, sometimes walking on the beach and sometimes on the path, as we did on the way down.  However, an old gentleman engaged us in conversation and towards the end, he suggested we went down the steps at the end and under the railway, then after a short walk we would find a nice place for a cuppa and restbefore turning back.

The Salty Dog Kiosk is a little treasure. With a coffee there was a bonus cake, of which I chose a delicious rock bun, but since none came with the tea, I shared mine with Mr S.  It was made by the lady running The Salty Dog, and I would say it would have won first prize at a Village Fete! We sat amongst other walkers some with lovely dogs, chatted, and rested, then got up for our return walk, around four miles in all.

When one books a day out, weeks in advance, the one thing that cannot be counted on is the weather.  If you are going under your 'own steam', then you can postpone your trip.  We considered ourselves lucky in that Sunday it didn't rain.  The day before, for the Summer Fête at the Bishop's Palace , itwas a wash out, and it also rained heavily on the Sunday night through to mid morning Monday.