Like all good things, our holiday in Devon came to an end and we returned to London on Saturday afternoon. I am not sad, however, because although I enjoyed our week away, I find a special pleasure in coming home and picking up the threads of everyday life again.
Today, Sunday, Freya came home in her turn. For once she was chauffeur-driven from Chingford, saving us the bus and train rides. The family is once more reunited.
After the stripey one’s homecoming, Tigger and I went out for brunch and then to do the weekly shopping. There is nothing like a session in Sainsbury’s to bring you down to earth and remind you that the holiday is over.
I took photos and made notes as we went about in Devon. Now I have to work that all into some sort of illustrated narrative. I will eventually post it as a page entitled “Devon 2008”.
The photo at the top of this post shows Torquay at night. It was taken during a stroll along the pier. I think the night is the best time to see Torquay. That will give you a hint of my opinion of the place. For more details you will have to wait for the finished page!
I see that the bloggers among you have not been idle during the week: my RSS reader is bursting with new posts to read. I will get round to them all eventually.
And now it’s a matter of tightening our belts and saving up for the next trip in a couple of months!