"To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive..." 
- Robert Louis Stevenson


Robert had obviously just been to Devon in September.


No,  really, we had a great week (again), but if the phrase 'into every life a little rain must fall' strikes you as a beautiful metaphor perfectly encompassing our  romantic but  'triste' existence, then spend a week in Devon while it's blowing a gale and stair rodding it down. You'll soon discover that there is bugger all romance in being rained on for 7 days solid.


Fortunately, we had books, guitars, games, and a small lake of port to keep us entertained - any port in a storm :-).


We endured, nay, we enjoyed! Although I think my liver may have suffered (yet more) permanent damage.


In fact it didn't rain every day, (just five out of seven) and the tail end of Hurricane Feckin' Irene made for some interesting sunsets.

Here's the slideshow, next year we're going to Feckin' Spain! :-)


Our Shangri-La