A weekend in Devon

I’m getting to the age where I’m starting to think that someday I might be interested in learning to identify types of trees, flowers and birds.

Not yet though. Mostly I just tried not to step in poop as we walked through the countryside where rolling hills and small farms went on and on for as far as the eye can see… It was truly a gorgeous walk - but the American in me will never get used to wandering through fields and farms without worrying about getting shot.

The Right to Roam is an ancient custom that allows anyone to wander in open countryside, whether the land is privately or publicly owned.

Americans, can you even imagine???

We also took a long walk along the beach where we collected seashells and traded stories…