Delightful Sidmouth, Devon

Sidmouth

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

 

It didn't occur to me until I was on the bus that morning that it was May 22. I'd lost track of time and wasn't sure of the date until I'd arrived in Sidmouth and checked a newspaper. So there I was in Mom's favourite place in England, on her birthday, revisting the place that she, her husband John, and I had visited back in 1989 (I think it was). Perfect.

A seven hour round trip by bus is not one I'd want to make often from Plymouth. Regardless, this ranked up with the wonderful day I spent in Addington.

 

I walked past people playing tennis straight out to the waterfront. Things didn't look much different after 23 years.

Back in the 1980's, Mom, John and I stayed in the somewhat quirky Elizabeth Hotel, the large white building shown above. Its restaurant was more elegant than I'd expected. On the beach I found a stone with a hole in it which John said was a lucky stone.

Several hotels line the street. 

The place has a relaxed, resort feel.

The chairs are rented out.
 

I'm anxious to walk up the hill at the far end, as I did on my last visit. It's one of my favourite memories.

The boats are still at the end of the beach.

 

I looked around to see if there was still a sign of the types of fish available. There was, athough maybe fewer than before but that could be due to the time of year. I was here in September before. 

 

The bridge I would cross to begin the walk up the hill. On my last visit, Mom and John sat at the bottom having a picnic. They were always patient in letting me run off to do whatever I wanted to do.