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The wonderful man, Ray, from University College, has taken Bob and me down to the rugby (soccer? football? badminton? whatever) field to show us where and how Bill Clinton's Chinook blasted out the greenhouse windows when he and Hillary came to visit Chelsea. Ok. So Bob and Ray are getting all excited over the Chinook details. I am bored to tears and can no longer fake interest. Then I notice these roses.  The lighting isn't great and I am using my iphone, which is as complicated a camera as I want, but my goal—while the two guys are blabbing—is to capture the absolute loveliness of these roses against black wrought iron and warm smooth limestone.  Look at those windows. Check out that black angular lamp. See the plumbing going down the outside of the building? Cool. Every bit of it.  Surely this could win an award.  Sometimes my artistry amazes me.  The Chinook talk is over, we've said our goodbyes, and this is one last farewell photo as we head off to places unknown.
Probably places involving tea and scones.
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Saturday 9/21
Land at Heathrow, train to paddington, train to Exeter, train to barnstaple, walk to The Old Vicarage—where we are staying until Thursday.
After our tea we walk to the bus station to pick up bus schedules. Hop the 21 to Fremington, which is where we left off last time.
Sunday, 9/22 Morning
Ate a marvelous breakfast, then walked straight out of Barnstaple to pick up the path heading northwest.
Sunday, 9/22 Afternoon
We walk Braunton to Saunton, intending to catch bus at Saunton, except I read Saturday’s bus schedule instead of Sunday’s because it’s so easy to do that and we soon find out there is no Sunday bus service in Saunton.
Saturday, 9/22 Evening
Our main goal on Sunday every time we come to England is it to make it to a Sunday Roast Dinner. Usually we miss it. Today though we are lucky: we find a good place in Braunton and end the walk on a full-belly note. Total miles today: 11.5.
