Geriatric OE

The weekly musing of a couple of Kiwis on their geriatric OE in The UK






Tuesday, 17 September 2013

Westrard Ho...day 2

So boys and girls, did we enjoy ourselves last night?
Yes we did.
Cant wait to see what tonight's entertainment will be.

We were royally entertained by a very versatile chap called Wayne Martin. He treated us to an all singing all dancing evening. His DVD/music CD is titled 'Live,Bald and Beautiful'. The first two are right, but beautiful, well he did have an great voice.
It's ages and ages since The Man and I had a bit of a jiggle around on the dance floor.

What about today's outing.
Well boys and girls are you sitting comfortably...good, then I'll begin.
We piled onto the coach after breakfast and the driver took us to a nice seaside town called Dawlish I think most of our coachmates headed for the shops or the pubs, but The Man and I went entirely in the opposite direction towards the beach.
I wish I could bottle the smell.
Both of us inhaled the scent of it deeply. Oooooo it waslovely.
Oh how we miss that.
It was lovely to stroll along the beach.
One thing we do like to do is to lookout for interesting shells and stones, we did find a few, but only kept one of each.
Back in the town we had time for a quick look in the touristy shops.
And what did we buy?
A lovely shell, nothing local, but a lovely murex specimen to add to our collection.

Back on the coach for a short trip to 'tine-muth' well thats how it sounds, but spelling it is quite different it's Tei
Dawlish from the pier
ngmouth. I've always wondered how to say that word...
Coach driver left us with a friendly wave and a 'I'll be back at three' Lovely, we have three hours to have a look about and another beach walk.

After a nice lunch at The Beachcomber...very original name for a café on the beach don't you think, we felt a bit of moisture in the air so what better place to while away a couple of hours than a visit to the local heritage centre.
'Walk along there' the chap who gave us directions said 'Then down French Street and it will be right in front of you' and it was.
It's called French street because that's who burnt it down in July 1690.

By the time we came out the rain had stopped and it was time for us to walk back to the coach and return to our hotel.

Not to be ones to sit around The Man and I had a quick refreshment break before stretching our legs and having a bit of a walk before tea.
What do you think of the views.







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