The Gentleman and I left Paris after an incredible couple of days, we flew from Paris to London Heathrow which was probably the quickest flight I’ve ever done.
Ben’s parents picked us up and we had a lovely couple of days with them, before jumping on a train down to Devon to spend some time with mine.
I had told Ben that we were pretty remote, but I don’t think he really knew what I meant until we got there.
Put it this way; if we were playing rural top trumps, my house would win every time.
I thought I’d embrace this and let Ben experience the traditional Devon.
Dartmoor – complete with atmospheric fog.
We didn’t get far, the Army had blocked off the majority of the moor for one reason or another.
|The walking dead?|
|My sister, Sophie|
|My most graceful pose|
After a bit of messing around, we got bored of snapping pics and moved on.
|Ben, myself and Sophie|
The market is one of the longest running traditions, and has been going every Tuesday since 1693.
Every week, the farmers drag produce and animals to market to sell on at auction. For years we’ve bought animals and eggs (to hatch out at home) at the market.
|The auctioneer. Even if you wanted to buy something, good luck understanding him|
|Chicks for sale! Hot bottles of water are placed in the boxes which they huddle around to keep warm|
|A type of pheasant (don’t ask me what!)|
|A Lady Amherst’s Pheasant|
|Birds in their pens|
|Unfortunately, the picture hasn’t come out brilliantly, but this pheasant has gorgeous gold colourings.|
|Another gorgeous pheasant|
|and even some little rabbits for sale.|
It’s not just animals at Hatherleigh Market, people come to do their mid-week shop too. Stocking up on fresh fish, meat and bread amongst other things like a good Barbour jacket.
One of our own family traditions is to pop over to The Duke of York in Iddesleigh for a big pub lunch before travelling home with our new animals. We didn’t buy anything this time but we kept the tradition alive, picking up my mum from work along the way.
The Duke of York has its own traditions, having been around since the 15th Century and built of cob and stone. The pub has played host to hundreds of famous faces and is heavily associated with Michael Morpurgo’s famous book ‘War Horse’. Many of the scenes from the film were shot in nearby Dartmoor, and the book is dedicated to Wilfred Ellis and other fellow villagers. Visit the website here to read more about the associations.
The menu isn’t quite how I remember it, with huge roast lunches; succulent meat, crisp fluffy roast potatoes and giant Yorkshire puddings. But it was okay nonetheless, not fantastic but okay. I have to admit I was a little disappointed.
I went for the Cottage Pie, but unfortunately it was sold out so I changed for scallops wrapped in bacon instead.
We played a quick board game while we were waiting for our food.
Sophie and I were paired up against Ben on his own and my mum and brother as another team. We couldn’t understand the rules and our letters were always impossible to find words from.
A few snaps of the pub grub.
|Scallops wrapped in bacon|
|bangers and mash|
|chicken with creamy leek and mushroom sauce|
It was home after our late lunch, for an afternoon of DVD’s in front of the roaring fire.