Saturday 4 October 2008

A nice day out


Having woken to a dull dreary morning, we decided to ignore it and go for a spin, we`re not really ones to sit in all day at the weekend, so headed out to the House of Marbles, an old pottery works. It sells a lovely selection of glass ware, which is blown on the site, and which you can watch being made, it also has lots of arts and crafts to browse, and its famous for its marble runs, which it has several of. It also sells a huge selection of marbles, all the old favourites that we used to use at school, and some lovely new ones.

The reason we enjoy going their, is they have a really nice tea room/restaurant which has the most delicious selection of home made cakes, so obviously that was the first port of call, coffee and walnut cake, and a nice cup of coffee....

Much refreshed, we drove on to Bovey Tracey, a lovely old town on the edge of the moor, have a look at this link
we browsed the shops, and I found two very pretty vintage plates, decorated with pink and red roses, which will be nice on my dresser. Having dodged one or two short sharp showers, the weather cleared a little, so we had a walk in the park.


The River Bovey meanders through the park, gurgling over slatey stones, where tiny trout dart backwards and forwards, and Alder and hazel dip their roots into the crystal waters.

There were lots of pretty coloured trees, and some rather nicely decorated seats

After our nice walk, we went to the Riverside Mill a gallery and craft showroom

It has a wonderful selection of arts and crafts, and is a joy to wander around. On the way home, we called into Trago Mills, and I bought some cyclamen, polyanthas and bulbs for some pots I want to plant up by the front door. It was a nice day out.

1 comment:

Rinkly Rimes said...

Came to you via ABC Wednesday. No 'L' items as far as I can see, except that you had a LOVELY day out! But your glorious Autumn pictures and verses brought a tear to this old Pommie (Brit in Oz) eye. Just one glance and I can feel a poem coming on.
I'm part-Devonian. My father lived near Torquay (Babbacombe) and so I've always got a sentimental feeling about the place.