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Coast path crumble

October 4, 2012

It was a beautiful morning so I thought I’d get on my bike and cycle to Dartington to post a parcel for Laura’s birthday rather than stroll into town. Since Arlo’s not cycling to school anymore (because school’s now over the road) I’m not cycling either and I need the exercise.

When I got home the beloved, who wasn’t working today, said he was going to Overbeck’s garden, taking advantage of our recently acquired National Trust membership, and would I like to join him. I insisted on having a cup of coffee and a chocolate croissant first – which turned out to be a very wise decision – and we set off. On the way the beloved bought petrol and two scotch eggs. I didn’t think anything of it. Foolish.

Overbeck’s was looking very glorious. There were lots of herbaceous flowers out in the statue garden and the palm trees and bananas were looking good too – though the stunning views over Salcombe estuary is perhaps the best bit. I saw some rather interesting spotty flowers, but there wasn’t a label on them.

I was feeling a little peckish and there is a tea room at Overbeck’s, but a plate of crab sandwiches was £8.00 which I though was a bit steep (and I’m not keen on crab) and the other most reasonably priced thing on offer (apart from a teacake) was soup –  and I do hate paying for soup. I was only mildly peckish anyway.

Once we’d done the garden the beloved suggested we walk some of the coast path; his map indicated a circular route. So off we went. “I’ll just pick up my Scotch eggs from the car,” he said before we started. The idea of a tea shop tea cake which I thought I hadn’t wanted suddenly seemed very attractive. Too late.

The beloved returned with his lunch. I don’t eat meat and even if I did I doubt I’d want the kind of Scotch egg the beloved had bought, but he is not a fussy eater. “You can have the egg from the middle”, he said, “and I’ve got some water”. I declined the egg.  And I had my own bottle of water.

The walk was lovely:  glorious sunshine,  marvellous views and the route was lined with blackberries. Ripe blackberries. “You can forage for your lunch”, said the beloved, which I did. The best foraging has to be for food which is instantly edible, though it’s an added bonus if you can use what you collect later on.

By the end of the walk – which was about 3 miles and took a couple of hours – I had eaten enough to stave off hunger and picked enough for a crumble (which I made when we got home).

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