Finally a day in which our only source of locomotion was our own feet. Our own very sore feet. We woke up and walked back into Tavistock to spend the day “taking in the sights,” which can also be called “wandering around.”
We’ve noticed a few things:
Clouds behave differently here. They’re always on the move, zooming across the sky. They never just sit there, like in Colorado. There’s this one cloud back at home that’s been floating in the same spot for ten years.
Animals behave differently here, too. Ryan saw a crow fly down a chimney. It never came out. Was it sleeping in there? Was it cooked? Who can explain this behaviour? Was it under an Imperius curse?
Humans, too, behave differently here. Not by disappearing down chimneys, but by being extremely polite and personable. Every person we’ve met so far has gone out of their way to help us. Maybe we just look so helpless.
A very helpful pair of ladies at the information booth pointed us toward the Union Inn Pub, where a very helpful barkeep introduced us to a very helpful landlord who showed us to the new bunkhouse out back. It wasn’t free, which our tent last night was, but it was warm and cozy, which our tent last night wasn’t.
Dinner was delicious: Cream crackers topped with ham, cheese,and avocado. Yes, that’s the knife that attacked my fingers, which have healed nicely, by the way. And yes, I always cut away from myself now.
We spent the evening in the town centre, sketching and taking photos of the old architecture. On our way back to the bunkhouse for the night we were treated to a raucous, off-key, heavily accented rendition of “Sweet Caroline” (“Sweeeeeet Cah-Ri-Loyne!!! Buh-Buh-Buh!!!!) from inside the pub. There, now it’s stuck in your head too.