This is Appledore, a quiet village on the banks of the River Torridge and home of the oft-mentioned Hockings ice cream. It used to be a fishing village, its narrow streets meandering down the hill towards the Quay. The Quay now has a brand new flood defence scheme and the thin and twisting roads hidden behind it house art galleries and curiosity shops.
I came down to visit my Grandad who had a superb view from his upstairs sitting room of the many sailing boats coasting up and down the river in the breezy sunshine. And I didn't even have to phone him up to get him to let me in.
2 comments:
You were lucky to get in to see him, it's normally like Fort Knox! Sometimes you have to throw stones at the window, that usually gets his attention!
Glad to hear your grandad's still well.I think the time I met him was when your mum told the "up periscope " story.
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