As I Xi It v2.3

Last weekend, I was on the ‘moors. Dartmoor to be exact. It was a flying visit, went over on Saturday and back Sunday. I went past Stonehenge yet again, I wonder how many more times I’ll got past before the end of the year.

We didn’t go in search of anything specific.  We stayed in the converted stables of some pub/b&b in a teeny town/hamlet called Drewsteignton called The Drewe Arms. It was an old pub, lots of little rooms (roomlet?) and there was a Rayburn warming up the restaurant area we dined in, it was rather cosy. However, the converted stables where we slept was a touch chilly, dark,  damp and complete with cobwebs. Very atmospheric. Good job we only stayed there a night. It smelt mouldy, but I didn’t see anything visible and the beds were noisey and saggy. Amenities were shared, so, a bit of a stroll to the bathroom/showers.

Dinner at The Drewe Arms was spectacular. I had the chicken and leek pie followed by the phenomenally mega fantastic white chocolate mud pie. It was lighter than a cheesecake and denser than a mousse!! It was so good and we each had a generous portion along with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. I’m still thinking about that mud pie a few days on. It was that good.

We visited Castle Drogo, can’t say that I was all that impressed by the exterior. Didn’t look castley enough. Took a few shots of Dartmoor scenery and ponies after which my 40D promptly showed the dreaded Err 99 code repeatedly, battery and lens changes didn’t fix it (I managed to resurrect it the day after when I got home, more on that in a separate post). We also visited a butterfly/otter sanctuary! After that, we took a sojourn to Plymouth for cream tea! You kinda have to in those parts. Since we were on the coast, we also had fish and chips. Well, Kamil and I had fish and peas, Randy, fish and chips. It was really rather good. I wanted mushy peas, but they didn’t do them, however, what I got looked like semi-mushy peas and they were mighty tasty!

In Plymouth, we also stopped off in the aptly named “Tuck Shop” at Barbican. It was full of old skool tasties. I brought a selection of fudge. Mmm… fudge.

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As if it wasn’t enough that I’d spent part of my time in France the previous week looking at menhirs after menhirs at Carnac, my parents decided that it’d be nice to visit Stonehenge one weekend. Unsurprisingly, there were lots of people about. It seemed somewhat pricey at around £6 to be walking around some mysterious stones.

Stonehenge

Stonehenge silhouette