Last Saturday was the day of Jim’s wedding so Bill and I were left to our own devices to the day while the Downes’ got all spruced up and went to the celebrations.
Once we’d pulled ourselves together and got the Sam show on the road we decided to take the boy down into Tavistock with us for the afternoon. It was a bustling day for the market town as there was a cheese festival being held in the Town Hall and the annual hot air balloon festival was in progress in the school grounds.
First, we took Sam and a plastic bag of stale bread into the Meadows and went to feed the ducks who live in the canal. Bill held Sam in the Baby Bjorn and sat on the bank. Pretty soon we had a lot of quacking and jostling going on around us.
We then walked through the park and into Tavistock where we checked out the bustling cheese fayre and got to sample lots of tasty dairy delights. It was hard to pick out favourites but we narrowed it down to three which we couldn’t resist buying more of.
Our intention was then to go to see what was happening at the school for the balloon festival and so we ambled back along the canal all the way down to that end of town. When we got there though there wasn’t a hot air balloon in sight and so rather than pay admission I decided to drive up to Pork Hill and pay a visit to the ice cream van.
We stopped en route at Ashridge to pick up Molly and take her for walkies with us. She was a very lucky girl, we didn’t know that she wasn’t allowed in Mum’s car! Bill and I thoroughly enjoyed stretching our legs up on the moors overlooking Tavistock, although upon seeing the familiar jagged face of Vixen Tor to our left, we once more cursed the evil Mrs Alford for closing it off to the public. Boo hiss!
As always Pork Hill was a winner, and thankfully somewhat less blustery and chilly than it was when we were there at Christmas.