As I stood waiting for the bus I became aware of a very penetrating voice from a young girl talking very loudly into her phone. I couldn't understand a word she was saying as it was in a foreign language that I didn't recognise although it sounded Eastern European. I was horrified when she got on the bus behind me and continued her loud conversation for some considerable time on the bus. Eventually she was told to shut up by one of the other passengers. She took it in good grace but my goodness I have never heard anyone talk quite so loudly and quickly in all my life. She got off at Blackpool Sands and everyone breathed a big sigh of relief and relaxed into their journey.
|Looking Back Along Slapton Sands|
Entering the woods was very pleasant as the shade really helped cool me down. Sadly though that was short-lived as the onward path took a very steep zig-zag course up towards the A379 road high above me in Strete. It was quite a climb to the top but I eventually came out in a field by the road. Luckily the path does not go out into the road any longer and the onward way is quite pleasant into the village. Strete is an agreeable little place and even the main road through it cannot spoil its charms. Many of the houses are rather chocolate boxy thatched affairs, which probably forces prices up and means that the village is out of the reach of local people wanting to buy. I suspect that is also why the pub on the main road has converted to a private house. It did confuse a couple who had stopped for lunch though - they looked very bemused when they realised that the pub was no longer functioning. I stopped in the shop which did not have much in the way of very interesting things to buy - certainly no pasties or anything remotely fresh. I satisfied myself with a cold drink and plodded on.
|Stoke Fleming Church|
At Little Dartmouth I was most pleased to leave the road behind and take a path that headed down towards the coast once more. As I wandered down the path I became aware of a rumble of aircraft engines and looked up to see a Hercules pass within a whisker of me! It was as close an encounter as I've had on this walk. As I got down to the coast I could now see the end of the walk almost as on the horizon was the day mark that I remembered from the next section of the walk that I completed in 2014.