July 15th, 2008

Wanaka tree

The demure side of the English seaside town

On Saturday I was up and off early again. This time I went to Budleigh Salterton in Devon. This is becoming a habit, I was there before six thirty! The very name, Budleigh Salterton, conjours up images of stuffy retired colonels, arm in arm with their wattle necked matronly wives, walking slowly along the seafront glaring at anyone who might actually be enjoying themselves. The very name smacks of predictable Englishness-by-the-Sea. 

Actually, it's a very nice place, or at least it is before eight o'clock in the morning; before the retired colonels have dusted off the toast crumbs from their regimental ties and crisply ironed starched shirts. Budleigh Salterton is, on the whole, a delightful back-water, paradoxically far enough off the beaten holiday track to be difficult to find while still being fairly easy to get to. 

The town sits at the mouth of the River Otter and protects it with a huge shingle bank that it has to crawl round the edge of to make its way to the sea. Here's more about Budleigh Salterton. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Budleigh_Salterton

And here's how it looked to me on an average Saturday morning.

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