To finish the end of our trip we stayed closer to home. After the exhausting day in Port Isaac, we took a leisurely drive (well, as leisurely as you can on the left side of a narrow road with high stone walls on both sides) down to Plymouth and the lighthouse called Smeaton’s Tower. It was a drizzly day, just right for finally having a Devonshire cream tea – which is actually just a warm scone, jam and clotted cream with a pot of tea.
Our last day in Cornwall we drove out into the Dartmoor National Park. These are the moors and make me think of the “dark, wind-swept moors” of Charlotte Bronte. It wasn’t dark, but there wasn’t a house or human being for miles and miles. Sheep and ponies roam freely, and we even got to stop and see them up close. Lunch was in a lovely little country inn with a thatched roof and loads of flowers.
OK. So I can’t draw horses…
Lunch with friends from 50 years ago on the way to Manchester, the airport and home.
It’s always good to hear the customs people in Atlanta say, “Welcome home to the USA.” Thank you for going with us on this trip. Now I just have to get all these sketches together for my new (and last) book…. Travels with a Blue Vase: A Sketchbook of Britain and Ireland. Watch for it.