tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635302153673421780.post2738670635854111328..comments2013-11-26T22:40:11.669+00:00Comments on Follow Miss Robyn......: tracing some footsteps..Miss Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15144002124919728056noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635302153673421780.post-15992448763787344622012-11-28T00:55:29.526+00:002012-11-28T00:55:29.526+00:00You will always be glad you made this trip and fou...You will always be glad you made this trip and found your true self, Mz. Robin. xoxoJ Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16418645028718782130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635302153673421780.post-63266386442895917982012-11-27T19:59:56.399+00:002012-11-27T19:59:56.399+00:00Totness and Tavistock definitely seem more your ty...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.<br />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. <br />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.<br />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.<br />It seems like a lot of British bloggers have been overwhelmed by the recent flooding. Wellies on for the moors I guess!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635302153673421780.post-16007623942795017442012-11-27T17:44:24.163+00:002012-11-27T17:44:24.163+00:00I'm catching up again...I think Debra (above) ...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.<br /><br />Drivers everywhere seem to be in such a hurry. It's no fun to drive anymore.Janethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10084823218319628822noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635302153673421780.post-52741428263741163032012-11-27T15:14:02.424+00:002012-11-27T15:14:02.424+00:00I hope you do too get to walk the moors. We camped...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!!ameliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17380296569508243613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635302153673421780.post-13114225200831359192012-11-27T14:17:31.198+00:002012-11-27T14:17:31.198+00:00Sounds like England is teaching you who you truly ...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.Debra She Who Seekshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01845703092794695023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635302153673421780.post-68593357443731352582012-11-27T09:50:17.064+00:002012-11-27T09:50:17.064+00:00We have patches of rain it can last for a few days...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 foxysuehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04620248626509576905noreply@blogger.com