I was a reluctant curate's wife but I'm learning that being married to a curate isn't that bad - especially here on the edge of the moor.
Friday, 7 September 2012
At last a dip on Dartmoor.
15 and a half and still enjoying Dartmoor
What a wonderful way to spend our day off. At last the sun shone and we were able to picnic on Dartmoor. We had the river to ourselves and the dogs splashed in the river. I dipped in the river (not deep enough to swim) and The Curate paddled in the shallows (and slept!). We sat by the river and shared cheese pasties and dog biscuits.No sky larks, no sheep or ponies- just the burbling of the river making its way towards the sea. We have missed spending time together on the moor this year because of the weather but this was a perfect afternoon.