Tuesday, November 17, 2009

The Dart Valley Foot Path

I lived at Sharpham House for four weeks without a car before I figured out that I could walk into Totnes in under and Hour.

It gets so muddy along the Dart Valley Foot Path it's no wonder all the cows around here are brown.

The need for knee-high high-gloss violet classic Hunter wellingtons soon became overwhelming.

The painful space between the heart and the credit card is probably the soul.

Totnes is pronounced like Loch Ness, only the monster is silent.


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