Charlie has been spending a few days at Grandma Pom’s harbour-side flat, starting, of course with lunch at the Nobody! Cooking, shopping and exploring the winding country lanes - it was fun for them both.
Finners and I joined them for Charlie’s last day, and on Friday Charlie drove back to Oxford.
Sunday 9th December
The signs are ominous. It is four o’clock in the afternoon, the wind is getting up, the falling rain chases the late lunchers back into the restaurants for tea. The sky is as black as a crow’s wing and, in the bay, 18 ships shelter from the gale force winds building up in the Channel.
The signs are ominous. It is four o’clock in the afternoon, the wind is getting up, the falling rain chases the late lunchers back into the restaurants for tea. The sky is as black as a crow’s wing and, in the bay, 18 ships shelter from the gale force winds building up in the Channel.
While the ships are coming in seeking safe waters, there are those who court danger. Dozens of black clad surfers are being thrown into the air by 10ft high waves. We cannot hear their shouts above the roar of the surf. We take pictures, and watch in awe until it is too dark, wet and windy to stay longer.
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Monday 10th December
The locals said there were 32 ships sheltering last night in Labrador Bay between Teignmouth and Torquay. Apparently they looked incredibly Christmassy at night with all their lights flickering on the horizon.
The locals said there were 32 ships sheltering last night in Labrador Bay between Teignmouth and Torquay. Apparently they looked incredibly Christmassy at night with all their lights flickering on the horizon.
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