Saturday, September 08, 2007
I'm a Little Teapot Short and Stout...
Teatime on the Grand Western Canal.
Not the intended walk due to FlyBe being the crappest airline in the world, but a pleasant stroll along the towpath at Tiverton.
iPod-olatory
"Galapagos" - Tortoise (Spring Heel Jack remix)
"Shoulder Length" - The Seas and Cake
"f.l.f. Precious Bodily Fluids" - Appliance
"No More Mosquitoes" - Four Tet
"Denvermolorado" - Atmosphere
"Dream for an End to Sorrow" - Rothko
"The Way You Say Good-Night" - The Magnetic Fields
"Washington D.C." - The Magnetic Fields
"The Fix" - The Black Heart Procession
"You Ain't Got a Hold on Me - Mark Kozalek
Labels: Grand Western Canal, tea, Tiverton, Walking
:: Posted by pete @ Saturday, August 11, 2007
Lost in Exmoor
Make a slight deviation on the South West Coast Path and who knows where you might end up.
Labels: Devon, Exmoor, North Devon, South West Coast Trail, Walking
Sunday, August 05, 2007
On this spot...
Walking in Exmoor, part the three. The sun shone, so time for a 5 mile stroll through the Valley of the Rocks to Lee Valley and beyond (to Calvary, almost).
Labels: Devon, Exmoor, Lynton, North Devon, South West Coast Trail, Walking
Saturday, July 28, 2007
If Toll Booths on the New Jersey Turnpike Were Like this, Would it Make the Tolls Palatable?
Walking in Exmoor II: the toll house at Worthy. This was part of a fairly strenuous 8 1/2 mile schlepp from Robbers' Bridge to the coast, Culbone Church and a few isolated farms.
Labels: Exmoor, Somerset, South West Coast Trail, Walking
Monday, January 15, 2007
Meet the Neighbours
As it finally stopped raining and blowing a force 9 gale yesterday, we took ourselves for a wee sunday stroll. It took us around some of the farms surrounding the village. Lots of not-so-nice smells, a couple of barking hounds, bleating sheep and these little dawgies. They are heffers, in fact.
This is looking back to the village on the return leg. Note the large pool of water. Has it been raining? Is Arsene Wenger a French tosser?
Apart from livestock, sprouts are grown less than a mile from the village. Now, that's a gas.
Look carefully and you can see Exmoor.
No sprouts, but that's Dartmoor in the distance. Allegedly you can see Bodmin Moor too on a clear day.
Labels: Buckland Brewer, Cows, North Devon, Walking