Day 3: Salcombe, Ashprington
We left Plymouth after breakfast and started on our journey to Ashprington. On the way we made a detour to Salcombe, which I expected to be a seaside resort. However, when we arrived it was to find that it was a yachting haven. The streets were crowded and narrow and it was difficult to find anywhere to park. After a quick look around we continued on our journey and arrived at Eileen and Patrick’s in time for lunch. We spent the afternoon on a walk around the Sharpham estate.
Salcombe harbour with lifeboat
Salcombe street scene – narrow and crowded
We arrive at Church Barn, Ashprington.
Some of Patrick’s bamboos
A man holding up a tree on the start of our walk through the Sharpham estate.
View over the Dart Valley
View to the River Dart, …
… in the distance is Totnes.
Another view over a field.
The Sharpham estate produces cheeses. Here are some in the ripening room.
Negotiating the steps down to the river
The North Quay, where a newly married couple were taking a rest …
… before carrying on down the river …
… pursued by wedding guests
The far bank of the River Dart with an egret just visible in a tree
A pleasure cruiser passes.
The cows, which produce the first stage in the production of the cheeses
On the way back we came across a campsite in the woods, …
George examines some strange woodcarvings.
We trudged on through the wood …
… and then picked up the road again, where we had another view of the Dart Valley.
Another bee tries the nectar from a teasel.
A quick stop at the ‘pick your own’ for some raspberries, where George has found some juicy ones low down
We soon have our dish full.
George and Patrick homeward bound.
Patrick and Eileen’s back garden in reorganization
Deuter – Zauberworld