Struggling up the hill from Abbotskwerswell to The Priory. On Sunday after breakfast we strolled down to Abbotskerswell from The Priory. The road was quite narrow in places (as are most of the roads in Devon - travel ed) and occasionally we had to walk single file, or indeed even having stop to give cars the room to pass us safely.
Strange, some drivers warmly acknowledge that you have made way for them with a friendly wave, whilst others blithely ignore you and go past just a few miles an hour too fast for pedestrian comfort. I can imagine the latter have taken their road driving skills from Toad, in the Wind in the Willows.
We stopped at one of the local pubs, The Courts Farm Inn, for a soft drink before retracing our steps back up the hill. As you can see from the photos, there are lovely views to be seen.
After another lovely meal, for which many thanks again, Pauline and Michael, we packed up and set off on the long journey back to sunny Alton.
We had planned to take the A35 back, but there was a rather nasty accident on the A35 just up the long long hill out of Honiton. So we turend around and ended up back on the A30 - and stayed on it all the way to Winchester. This was a fantastic piece of luck as we say view after view of England in the Spring time. A magnificent variety of shades of green from dark and rich to light and yellowy. We live in a very beautiful country.
What was even more surprising (you are easily surprised - boo! - ed) was that there was little traffic on the A30, and it felt like we had slipped back in time to the early days of motoring where we could feel the joys of the open road. Wonderful, simply wonderful.
Strangely, still no caravans, though there were a number of the smaller Winibegos' here and there, and the few tractors we met either turned off shortly after arriving behind them, or better still we going the other way! Now I am not a big fan of driving, but it was possibly one of the most beautiful drives I have ever undertaken.
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