Last weekend, a group of us packed our bags, jumped in the car and made our way to Devon for a well needed mini adventure.
Time was spent mostly behaving like children during the school summer holiday circa the 90's and screeching around the rose garden playing games and doing cartwheels. The cartwheels weren't my forte, it had nothing to with drinking copious amounts of gin though, I promise...
And just like overexcited children, we wore ourselves out so much on the first day that the decision was made to head to the sea for some R&R the following afternoon.
Salcombe called and we gladly answered. Actually, that is a tall tale...halfway there and stuck in a hot car, we began to wonder if it was such a brilliant idea.
We arrived and quickly realised it was well worth the stuffy car journey.
Us girls arrived ahead of the boys and we made quick work of strolling around the shops, peeping into cute home shops and clothes boutiques. It was obviously grueling stuff and therefore required snacks so it was honeycomb and clotted vanilla ice cream for me...delicious.
Full of sugar fuel, we carried on wandering through the town, spotting little gems like this.
Until we found views like this.
Soon joined by our chaps, who were glad to have missed the shopping portion of the afternoon, the team consensus was that refreshments were needed.
Queue a cute 'ferry' trip to South Sands (ferry is a tad of stretch, its a little blue and yellow boat that carries about 20 people, and dogs...can't leave the 4 legged friends behind). As we chugged towards our little cove, we passed amazing house after amazing house, high up on the waters edge. I took particular shine to a huge white house with a gabled porch and wisteria hanging to the ground. The garden was sloped toward the cliff edge, overlooking the sea and children ran around playing in the garden, their laughter carrying all the way down to the water. I've decided that it will one day be mine.
Dreaming aside, we grew ever closer to South Sands and spotted the sea tractor trundling out to collect us. Off the boat and on to the tractor we hopped and walked the short distance to the South Sands hotel to perch on the terrace and watch the sun dip over the bay.
Take note, if you miss the last ferry back to Salcombe, you will have have to deploy your boyfriends (minus the one that prefers to hang with the girls) to walk the 30 minutes back to collect the cars whilst you sit and have another drink in the fading sun. Its a must.
Leaving the sea behind, we traveled home full of promises to return. The big white house has gone firmly on my wish list.