Bumble and the family holiday to North Devon

Day Four

Today was going to be a day of staying in one place for the day. We had only dropped in and out of Ilfracombe previously this week so this was our day out!

Straight away Bumble struck up a friendship with an older sister again whilst admiring the sea views.

Her friend was looking out, possibly over the water to her homeland, Wales!

Friends everywhere!

Smile!

We left them both talking and went along the quay into town. We passed by the latest attraction to grace Ilfracombe.

                                                                    VERITY

Verity. (Left Side)

Verity (Right Side)

Verity is a 66 feet tall sculpture by Damien Hirst, located at the mouth of Ilfracombe harbour looking out across the Bristol channel. It has been loaned to the town for twenty years by Hirst who lives in Combe Martin. The name refers to "Truth" and Hirst himself describes his work as a "modern allegory of truth and justice". (Wikipedia is fantastic!)

The Memsahib A.K.A she who must be obeyed.

Brit on holiday

Ilfracombe Harbour.

Crowley admiring the view.

Film star pose.

The memsahib reckons that in a previous life Crowley was a sailor in the victorian period, hence looking out to see with a longing to return to his shipmates. I thought I had a vivid imagination! 

As an aside, we were having a cup of tea at a lovely tea garden when Crowley, as usual, made his presence noticed by barking at a couple who had just entered the garden and sat behind us. Nothing unusual about that. It wasn't until the man started to bark back at him and talk to Crowley that I recognised his voice. Weird I know. I recognised his bark! I kept quiet till he walked past us, where upon he looked back to his wife and as he looked at me I smiled and wished him a good afternoon. He returned the greeting and away he went inside to order. Stick with me. It wasn't until he came back that I received a text from the daughter sitting opposite me.

The Daughters text.

Memsahib

 I just looked across, nodded and carried on with my tea. I then sent the memsahib a text as I didn't want her to miss out as she enjoys the programme as well. Thankfully she didn't until we left. His wife had  left him at this point and he was sitting on his own. I approached him and apologised for interrupting his afternoon. I said "I believe every man is entitled to privacy but may I say thank you. We enjoy the programme very much and the work you all do is fantastic. How do you put up with the tall one?" He laughed and said it was very hard but I ignore him.

Mark Miller. You are a very nice gentleman and not like some personalities you read about. I didn't ask for a photo or an autograph. He was having a spot of tea and hopefully we didn't spoil that.