I’d never been to Brixham. Years ago, I stayed in Torquay for a night and noticed there was a ferry service between the two towns. At the time, I knew little about the nautical history of this ‘place at the end of Torbay’, and I had to be on the train back to London for an important meeting before lunchtime.
But it went in the mental back pocket. And – my mind reasoned – if it was worth a ferry, it was worth a visit…
So here we were, the Collie and I, with the morning to kill while Bernie did the next stage of her Magimix cookery course.
My satnav said that Brixham was a mere twenty minutes away. No-brainer… Arriving in a dark and rainy Saturday morning, I checked that my iPhone-camera had sufficient charge for the short visit.
The best three from each location, I resolved, conceiving the idea of this series of photo-driven posts for a gentle Sunday read. Photos, that is … three for each post, They would have to be interesting enough to prompt the commentary.
Brixham is ‘industrious’ on a wet and grey morning, you can search for the holiday resort and not find it. But you will find an alive port, a replica of Drake’s Golden Hind…and the lovely seals.
And several of the cafes on the quayside offer excellent coffee.
Just along the coast to the west is Dartmouth. A very different place. But that’s for a later post…
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Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, a journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being.