The local village

Our local village, Widecombe-in-the-Moor, is a one hour walk away, or 5 minutes in  the car. It is up over the moor and down into the next valley. It is easy to see from a distance due to the tall church spire.

 Passing by the many freely roaming sheep, as well as some ponies.

 It is a very small village. There are two pubs, two cafes, a primary school, and a few gift shops.

 And a large church on the village green.

There is a local legend about a man who sold his soul to the devil. One Sunday the devil tied his horse to the church spire and came to collect the soul. Fire came down into the church and the man was taken away. What really happened was that the spire was hit by lightening.

A cheeky juvenile robin stealing crumbs from my scone just inches from my plate at the cafe.

 And then we walked home back over the moor.