Black pudding is also known as blood sausage. It is made from…guess what?
Blood. Curdled and boiled blood—usually from a pig—to be exact. The blood is mixed up nicely with chunks of pork, spices, onion, fat and oatmeal, and then stuffed into a casing. Yum, right? It’s called “black” because when grilled it’s perfectly black except for those lovely chunks of fat scattered all around waiting to take up residence in your arteries. It’s called “pudding” because…hmmm…could it be because Black Blood doesn’t sound nearly as appetizing as Black Pudding? But I am here to tell you: No matter how good the word "pudding" makes it sound, and no matter how much the guy on the plane told us we had to try it and that it would be the first thing he ordered when he got to London, Black Pudding is simply awful. I wanted to throw up. It ruined the whole meal. It ruined the whole restaurant. Do not eat this. But, on the other hand, lots and lots of people just love it. You might love it too. I don’t understand it but there you have it.
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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.
