Last week while at our caravan we were joined for a few days by our friend Sue Cockerham. Sue's husband Steve delivered her and their caravan down on site but was unable to stay himself due to work commitments. Sue a deputy head schoolmistress came to the van for peace and quiet while marking end of term school reports. During the week she joined us for an evening or two's drink in the pub, also accompanying us on a couple of walks too. On Friday the weather forecast looked fair so a walk to "Baggy Point" at Croyde was then decided upon. The point lies at the far end of Croyde (N Devon) and is around a mile each way I suppose. We took our car and drove to the National trust car park at the end of Moor lane, from here we started the walk. Below as we started the walk, just a few hundred yards from the car park, you can just see the Point in the background. Please click on any picture to enlarge it.
The picture below shows the narrowish cliff or coastal path, here about a third of the way.
This picture shows one of the moments when it went quite dark and threatened rain although thank goodness it didn't.
The picture below shows the view when looking back nearly at the point, thats Croyde and Downend in the distance.
Below at the point, there are several little paths running from this point out on to little outcrops, though sadly we forgot to take pictures. On good (especially in Summer) days you will sometimes find 7 or 8 parties of Climbers/Abseilers here all around these virtually sheer cliff faces.
Below our friend Sue on one of the paths leading off from the point, just as we were walking away a group of people arrived carrying ropes and climbing gear.
After a short rest on a very well placed bench we climbed the steep hill to the cliff top path. This path runs adjacent to the outward journey, but lies about a hundred feet above it. This picture shows the lovely scenery that abounds on this walk.
So passed an hour or two and gave us all our evercise for the day, shame was the little Cafe we spied near the start of the walk had sadly closed, so NO TEA !!!.
In case you miss us, were back to the van Tuesday for around ten days.
JOKE OF THE DAY.
A doctor in Dublin wanted to get off work and go fishing, so he approached his assistant. 'Murphy, I am going fishing tomorrow and don't want to close the clinic. I want you to take care of the clinic and take care of all me patients'. 'Yes, sir!' answers Murphy.The doctor goes fishing and returns the following day and asks: 'So,Murphy, how was your day?' Murphy told him that he took care of three patients.'The first one had a headache so he did, so I gave him Paracetamol.' 'Bravo Murphy lad, and the second one?' asks the doctor. 'The second one had indigestion and I gave him Gaviscon, so I did sir' says Murphy. 'Bravo, bravo! You're good at this . . . and what about the third one?' asks the doctor. 'Sir, I was sitting here and suddenly the door flies open and a young gorgeous woman borsts in so she does. Like bolt outta the blue, she tears off her clothes, taking off everyting including her bra and her panties and lies down on the table, spreading her legs and shouts: 'HELP ME for the love of St Patrick! For five years I have not seen any man!''
'Tunderin' lard Jesus Murphy, what did you do?' asks the doctor.
'I put drops in her eyes of course'.