Summer in Devon - Wells

 Ian got up to walk Misty under an overcast sky. We were moving on once more to Wells, not next the sea, and the latest departure time was eleven. I don’t know how they expect people to be up and ready by then. Nevertheless we managed it, despite Ian having a lengthy conversation with his new friend. They were trying to leave for Tintagel. It was porridge for breakfast again, nice and quick to make. We mainly loved Damage Barton, it’s position was amazing and the facilities immaculate. I do like a stool or bench in the shower though, and if it says hot pasties they should sell hot pasties. 

Sir Georgie Kelly told us that it would be just over two hours to Wells, not next the sea. But unfortunately there was some hippie festival turning out very close by and clogging all the roads up. ‘Never mind,’ Sir Georgie informed us, ‘I know a shortcut.’ The shortcut turned out to be on mainly D roads. ‘Narrow road ahead’ became Sir Georgies mantra for the majority of the way. Ian did really well, only smashing the wing mirror once, and driving into a hedge a couple of times. Eventually, and with Ian breathing a sigh of relief, we arrived at Wells Touring Park. We were trying this one out as it is a Tranquil Parks site. Deemed to be la crème de la crème. Adults only, amazing facilities. The lady in reception was certainly perky. She directed me to pitch 29 and off we went. It is certainly a tranquil site but I would say the facilities at Damage Barton are better. And pitch 29 hasn’t been raked in a long time. We had a spot of lunch then set off to explore Wells, not next the sea, about a mile walk away. We (mainly me) dragged Misty along despite her bad foot. She was certainly limping as we got into town, so we found a pet shop and Ian purchased a doggie boot to see if that helped.

The doggy boot fitting

It did not help. In fact it did not go well at all. She did not like it one little bit and it had to be removed. Ah well, we tried. We carried on into Wells, looking in the shops and avoiding the millions of dogs, before we came to a nice outdoor cafe and had a cup of coffee

Coffee time

After that we wandered around the Bishops house and cathedral grounds. It’s all very pretty, and it was still lovely and warm, even at 5pm. 

Around The Bishops House

The Cathedral

Vicars close, residential street since the 1300s

Round the back of The Bishops House

After all that walking we decided we needed some tea, so we headed into The Crown at Wells, a pub since 1400. Very dog friendly, as is everyone here, Misty had treats wherever she went. The Crown also serves very good food. Sea Bass for Ian, Cod for me, done to perfection. And I really like a proper serviette. 

Fish at the Crown

Sated, we began the long drag back to Wells Touring Park, where we eventually arrived back at Dame Shirley. We had coffee and doughnuts in the evening sun, before it began to turn chilly and we went in.

Evening by Dame Shirley

OS watch

Neighbour watch

As we were lunching outside, a couple arrived back at the caravan opposite pushing a pram. I was about to become very indignant. Wells touring park is, after all, adults only. Turns out she had no child, just a little chihuahua. She proceeded to fetch out a luxurious Wooly blanket for said chihuahua to lie on and then lay down beside it.