Devon, Easter 2006

In the South Hams they have a joined-up approach to dealing with young offenders.
The Old School House is right next to the current one.
I found these Easter primroses on a bank at the side of the road near the farm we stayed at.
Walking from the cottage to Bantham Bay. In the distance, herons.
A curious building that turned out to be a folly on the same walk to Bantham Bay.
The estuary opening out on to the bay.
Some pussy willows.
A view down the cliffs north of Outer Hope.
Another view a little further along.
A yacht sailing along the coast.

One of many failed attempts to take a close-up of a gull as they wheeled up around the cliff on a rising current.
Another gull near the start of a run.
Carrying on south, roughly level with the Hopes, on our way down to sea level.
A gate with no fence.
Burgh Island from Bigbury-on-Sea.
At low tide you can walk across a sand bar to the island.
The view to the right as you face the island.

At high tide, this sea tractor (Mark III, I think) conveys passengers across the sand bar.
Bantham from the island.
The island has a helipad. In bygone days it was a private island owned by a reclusive millionaire who had guests such as the Beatles.
A view on a walk.
The seaward side of the island is much more rugged.
Flashing lights in the sea.
By the Pilchard Inn (Bantham's 19th century prosperity rested on the pilchard trade, and there was a lookout for the shoals on top of the island) this tree gave the spot an almost Greek air.
Daniel demonstrates the Hellenic qualities of Burgh Island.
Walking back and along the coast a little.
Light patterns against rock.
A view down from the top of the garden at Overbeck's.
Another view through Overbeck's garden.
The bird which had been sitting on my knee, and seemed quite happy, proved to be camera-shy.
The front entrance to Coleton Fishacre, Rupert D'Oyly Carte's house.

In the garden at Coleton Fishacre.
From Coleton Fishacre we went on a round walk. This one's for the tree.
A folly on the clifftops that was being repaired as we passed.
These gentlemen were re-pointing the stonework.

Heading down towards the coast.
Stuck or lazy?
Where Julie learnt to drive.
A stranded American tank, with reluctant measure.

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