For Easter weekend, we decided to head over to Devon and Cornwall, for a nice long weekend away. We was myself and Dale, and Henri and Alastair. I was excited, as Devon is the home of cream tea, and Cornwall the home of pastys, both of which I love!
They hired us a car, and we left on Friday 18th April, and to beat all the traffic , we were up super early, and on the road by 7.30am. The streets were deserted. By about 9am, roads were very full of travellers, just like us. We had a quick stop at a service place off the motorway for breakfast, but Henri and I mostly just slept for the trip. We stopped for lunch at delishuz little pub, then on to Carrington, where we are staying in a little house.
We drove to a nearby woods, and hired bikes, for riding around forest! Zoom zoom. It was very pleasant, with easy soft trails, and lots of trees. Had cream tea at tiny café in Morewellham, which looks like it was an old mining town. Biked up a big hill, which wasn’t as fun, but it had a lovely view. Mossy, green, overgrown, pretty Devon countryside, birds singing.
I’m not sure if I’ve talked about cream tea yet, but it is amazing! At first I was confused, as it sounds like tea, with cream in it, which doesn’t appeal that much, but it is actually scones, spread with clotted cream, and jam, and served (of course) with tea. The essential component, I think, is the clotted cream. It seems like a cross between cream and butter, it is very thick. I think they make it by heating cream, and taking the thickest bits from the top once it has cooled. To be proper Cornish clotted cream, it needs to be made in Cornwall, and have a minimum fat percentage of 55%, but they can average around 64%. Normal single cream is about 18%. It is very thick, spreadable, but just a little teensy bit liquidy, and spreads easily on scones. It is rich, and thick, and delishuz.
Wikipedia thinks that clotted cream in America would probably be classed as butter, though it is not as solid as butter.
We then drove to Tavistock, wandered around, and looked at the river and buildings. They had a market outside, and in and around the town hall, was built ages ago, and looks kind of like small castle. Was an old market town, so many of the buildings are old and pretty. Bought relish, cupcakes, flapjacks (like sweet, sticky oatcakes), and some pasties, took them down to the river to eat, where we enjoyed the sunshine, and discussed dog breeds.
We then drove up to Dartmoor. Amazing place, my favourite. Windswept and rocky. I really wanted to go to Stonehenge, but it was out of our way, you have to book a time, millions of other people want to go, and it costs. I’d researched the area, and found there were plenty of stone circles, mounds, and stone lines, that were just spread around the moors, with just a little walk to, and no entry fee. We went to the Merryvale circle, lines and area, where there used to be a prehistoric settlement. Small circle of standing stones, and two sets of two lines. Then we walked up the neighbouring tor, where it was very pretty, but windy. Got stuck in a marsh walking back.
Drove around a bit, visited Burrator reservior, where they had a big dam from 1910? And the earlier reserviour was older. Pretty. A lovely area of woods next too it, all green and moss and fallen leaves.