A broke girl with a bucket list

Devon in Photos

Devon in Photos

Photo Diary 24.08.18 – 27.08.18

Manor houses, pebbled beaches, rolling moors and Sunday roasts in country pubs means Devon couldn’t have been more British if it tried. It’s hard to describe my three days there as anything but complete bliss. From the moment I stepped through the front door, the Bennetts welcomed me with open arms. Having been successfully (albeit temporarily) adopted by Rosie’s parents, my time in the south west of England felt like coming home. I’ve wandered Dartmoor, swam with a seal, eaten a full Sunday roast, rockpooled by the ocean and explored the quirky village of Totnes (where, by the way, I am determined to grow old and crazy).

Shoutout to Rosie for being my tour guide for four days. From dessert-only outings to countless card games and disastrous face masks I feel very lucky to have met up. Thank you for putting up with how much of a sore loser I am and not laughing too much at my lack of rock-skipping abilities. She’s a keeper.

I can only end this post (along with the photos of course) with a huge thank you to Helen and Russell. Its very hard to feel loved by people you’ve just met, but your kindness and generosity truly made me feel like part of the family. From bowls of porridge every morning to a hug every time I walked in or out of the door, the little house in Torquay has become easily the most welcoming and comforting place on earth to me. I will never be anything but grateful for being able to spend even a short amount of time there.