My feet haven't set foot on English soil for over a decade and despite living in Australia since 2005 I still haven't got an Aussie accent!. So I finally bit the bullet and booked a four month visit to see my family & friends.
First port of call was the West Midlands, Birmingham & Worcestershire to be exact as that's where my eldest brother & nieces live. There's been some changes I noticed, infrastructure, demographic etc but the pubs are still the same and takeaway food is much better than what I can get where I live.
I then headed south West, Devon to be exact to visit my middle brother and sister in law who
moved there from the Midlands ten years ago. Now as a family alot of my childhood holidays
were spent in this part of the country, Saint Ives, Tintagel, Lynton and Lynmouth etc, its one of the
most beautiful untouched area's of England and I was happy to see it hadn't changed one bit!.
My Brother and Sister live in a small picturesque Village called Combe Martin, its a beautiful quirky place and the name 'combe' derives from, 'a wooded valley', Martin is from the Norman family who inherited the local manor from one of the followers of William the Conqueror.
As you can imagine with a population of around 2,500 people, not much gets unnoticed in such a small place.I found it hilarious going out with my brother in the car, every other person we passed knew him and cast a friendly wave. However, even though my brother & sister have lived there ten years, they are still considered outsiders, the name they give to these types of people are 'Blow-Ins', yeah I know, were a bunch of eccentric's!. Incidentally, my brother kindly pointed out that I was a 'Grockle', which means a tourist or someone from the north of England. I did mention that I now live in Oz but that didn't make the slightest bit of difference!.
During my stay my brother was very kind enough to introduce me to the local cider. This took some
getting used to as I'm usually a beer drinker, after several weeks I eventually got a taste for the scrumpy and can't see going back to drinking much else now!.
One thing I missed about England was its rich history and the pubs. Its only when you are away for a considerable amount of time do you appreciate what the place has going for it. This part of the country especially, you are always surrounded by a sense of history and erm... pubs.
My brother and I share a love for anything with a bit of history, so we browsed around alot of Antique shops while I was there, we also visited numerous places of interest.
First of all, this is Combe Martin:
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This is in Bideford an Ancient mariners town. The 'The Helping Hand' is sculpted by John Butler. I believe its a conker tree.
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Heddon Valley, Exmoor. More wooden sculptures in a Gardens of some Pub:
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This is Seaford house in Westward Ho, also called the haunted house!
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The Ancient Mariner Pub along with an octopus coming out of the wall!. The tables
start to look flatter the more cider you drink!.
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In a deep valley surrounded by a forest is a place called Watersmeet and behold,
they have another pub there:
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Anyway thats enough rambling from me, thought I'd just share this little adventure with you lads & lasses!.