Sidmouth
Tuesday May 22, 2012
What luck to have beautiful weather for my day in this place that is so dear to me.
I believe the route has been altered. Now, instead of walking between the red cliffs and the large back yards, you go along some residential streets before getting to to the path. Rocks that look like oyster shells are in the ground and are used in walls.
Looking ahead.
Looking back.
Then, for me, the most amazing sight, bluebells! Bluebells were a big deal for me on this trip - I thought I'd missed them. To be in Mom's favourite place on her birthday, with bluebells... It was uncanny and glorious and very sad all at once. Mom and John are gone. Glenn is gone. I'm running around England, who knows why. But I'd like to stay here several days and come to this hillside every day.
I absolutely loved this walk.
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