It’s been a difficult few days with one thing and another – Hub has a fluey cold that has left him feeling shattered. So when today dawned sunny and fine we decided to take ourselves over to Brixham.
It was so lovely. I walked out along the pier that was built for the American troops in the second world war – they launched Operation Overlord from here. Couples were strolling, elderly family members were being wheeled in wheel chairs or helped along with their walking sticks, kids and adults were fishing together. The sea sparkled in the sunshine and bright reflections were thrown up on the sides of the array of boats in the harbour.
A replica of Francis Drakes’ ‘Golden Hind’ stands permanently in the port, and there are still six of the old sailing trawlers. The fishing port is the biggest in the west country and they’ve recently developed the quays to make them more attractive and better-organised for the fishing fleet. There’s also a marina full of private boats. Some of those babies cost more than a house 8|
The town looked so attractive, with the coloured houses piling up on the surrounding hills – Brixham is very steep! It’s also the home of proper fudge, made on the premises … which I had to walk past, boo hoo, given my attempts to bring down my cholesterol count :no:
There were a few stalls along the quayside and I visited my favourite, which offers home-made jewellery. Each piece is unique and very reasonably priced, so I indulged in a couple of pairs of earrings and promised to return 😉
It was a such a nice, relaxed time and we’re so blessed to live nearby.