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here I am in a little cottage that evokes the energies of my ancestral lands - a cottage on the moors of Cornwall, or on the cliff tops of Ireland or Scotland. It has a hearth. I am a hedge witch {of sorts}. I wear upcycled clothes, patchouli oil and Redback boots. I am a gypsy; an eccentric and a mystic [I often live with a foot in two worlds]. I serve my guests, tea from an old silver teapot. I love Vervain, yarrow, chamomile & mint. Star watcher and Moon gazer. story cloth weaver. keeper of family dreams and wishes. good friend and creator of life. herbal tea drinker and potion maker.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

tracing some footsteps..

an early start yesterday.. off to Plymouth.
 via Torquay (and Totnes), then to Plymouth and Tavistock..

but first, the expected morning cup of tea and as I am so sconed out, I had a tiny egg and bacon tart.. with a hot chocolate. .. then a drive through the rolling hills & wet roads to Torquay.. a much talked about sea-side village that was a big disappointment. I was expecting a sleepy sea-side village like Brunswick Heads but instead I found a seaside town more like The Entrance... a little walk accompanied by the seagulls and their haunting cry.. it is a beautiful sound, so different to the gulls squawking at home..

Torquay reminded me somehow of being in Vaucluse as a child at 'auntie Beryl's' place..  not sure why.

Maybe it was the grand homes overlooking the sea. 

Torquay had all the usual shops  selling overpriced goods but in summer, I can see that it would be a nice place for families to escape to - but not my cup of tea at all.

as we drove, I talked to Joe about how my perception of what England was going to be like, was totally wrong. I have really watched too much Doc Martin and Midsomer Murders!! Not sure why, but I thought the whole of England was going to be like Reeth in the Dales.. but as we have travelled south, it just becomes busier and the people here, are, sadly not friendly like those in the north. I am sure i have said that in previous posts. Of course, there are the occasional people that we meet who chat with us, but all in all, many of them wear a haughty air.. and of course, we all know that not many Australians are at all haughty!! I really hope that the people in Cornwall are not like that, because it will be a bitter disappointment.
 At the moment, I am at the point where I say bring on a Republic in Australia and I have been a Monarchist for ever! [I know I must sound that I am complaining, but this is how i feel and what I observe..]

"where has my head been? living in the past, of times gone by. This causes a disappointment sometimes, one of my own making".....

I am beginning to feel a sense of loss. Right now, I am really looking forward to Cornwall and hope, that I can shove my hands in my coat pockets and walk the Moors."....

then after Torquay, we drove towards Plymouth to find another Harley Davidson shop.

and took a quick detour to Totnes.. and I am so glad we did!!!
what a divine, delightful town..

so different to the one we had just left..

my kind of town!!

being in Totnes, took that jaded feeling away, as I walked the streets.. taking photo after photo. Alot of organic shops and a quiet little town.. in retrospect, I would stay here instead of in the country, as beautiful as our cottage is.. but that is what happens when you throw a dart at the map!!

we had lunch and then raced back to the car not remembering what time our stupid ticket ran out. I am so over this park and display thing.. it makes me anxious the whole time.. always needing to be aware of the time.. back on the road and to the Harley shop for a quick visit

then to Tavistock

where my great-grandfather was born.. another lovely town.. but we only had a short time there as it was getting late..we hope to return before we go home..

as we sat drinking tea, looking out the window, I imagined my great.great. grandmother, at the markets doing her weekly shopping. or did she have a housekeeper who did that for her? I will never know. I wonder why these kind of things are so important to me. I seem to go in and out of the past.. seeing glimpses of times gone by, then back with a jolt to the crowded modern day England. reminds me so much of that scene in The DaVinci Code.

and as we drove, the scenery changed and we were in the Moors..part of Dartmoor National Park. Once again, the moors spoke to me. This kind of landscape touches my heart much, much more than the green rolling hills do. Alot more. I love the open spaces, the heather. The feeling of remoteness. It's funny how certain places touch ones soul.

"I have always thought of England as my soul home.. but i know now, that it isn't. Not modern day England anyhow, this England seems alien to me.. I think that i am finally laying those ghosts of long ago memories to rest and will be able to embrace Australia at last. And I know after today, that i won't return."

"I wonder what my Pa or my great-grandparents would think of Devon today? I wonder what they would think of the land that they left, all those years ago.. spoilt by modern day living"

the drivers continue to cause us great consternation.. expletives from Joe are common.. and sometimes, as I said, i feel like shaking my fist at them, [I actually do].. they just don't see anyone else on the road..so many times, we have had to stop and pull over as they roar down the hillside, narrow roads, pushing us over and of course with the rain, the roads are so muddy we are always in fear of getting bogged....and it is not just car drivers but buses and trucks. They roar along these narrow roads as if they are driving a small car.Not the farmers on their tractors.. they are usually courteous, give a nod and slow down. Yesterday, we were parking our car in the main street, put our blinker on and got blasted by a  jerk driving yet another black 4x4 - because we held him up. what a fool.

today, we are having a quiet day, it has dawned rainy - again... we might drive to see the Abbey, because a walk is out.. the roads are flooded and the public footpaths treacherous.. I knew it was going to be cold, I knew it was going to rain. I just didn't think it would rain every single day.

 I just hope that I can get to walk the Moors and cliffs of Cornwall.


  1. We have patches of rain it can last for a few days or weeks! Then we have dry patches the same I'm hoping for the latter for your remaining time here! You will just have to try your best to ignore those obnoxious drivers, when I'm in our campervan which only goes slow, I resist looking at the queue behind so that I can stay as relaxed as possible! Once down to the tip of Cornwall I think you will feel more relaxed the little villages are always far more interesting than big towns. xxx

  2. Sounds like England is teaching you who you truly are -- Australian! And that's just fine. After all, your ancestors left the old country for a reason and Australia was their land of hope and opportunity.

  3. I hope you do too get to walk the moors. We camped on the moors in March and were never so cold and wet in all our lives. This was on a trip back to visit. We were holding onto our tent hoping it wouldn't blow away but it did let the rain in and we were soaked. Not a good experience!!

  4. I'm catching up again...I think Debra (above) said it best. Now that you're visiting England you can better appreciate your own country and be happy to live there.

    Drivers everywhere seem to be in such a hurry. It's no fun to drive anymore.

  5. Totness and Tavistock definitely seem more your type of town. Guess there are as many types of towns as there are people and they cater for a market, as in perhaps Lorne here - can't stand it but many love it.
    Hope you get to see Tavistock again. Ancestral visits overseas were much too brief for me due to time constrictions, but the places are at least committed to memory now and I'm glad I got there - in Ireland I can understand why they left, as I romanticized the town in Limerick in my mind also, so am relating to your posts well Robyn. It was pretty rough around the edges.
    I'm sure far too many cold winters were a strong factor in emmigration if the positives in our country by immigrants were written back home in glowing reports.
    Are you going to Port Isaac where Doc Martin was filmed? At least it won't be wall to wall people in the season you're travelling in.
    It seems like a lot of British bloggers have been overwhelmed by the recent flooding. Wellies on for the moors I guess!

  6. You will always be glad you made this trip and found your true self, Mz. Robin. xoxo