Trust me, you can miss the turn off and find yourself miles from where you intend to be. It all looked so easy, but we did go about twenty miles too far, parked the van, found her cell number but, guess what? My cell phone was about out of battery and I was left with time for one desperate call. If I missed, I would be on my own trying to find Susy who lives in the country. I had been warned ahead of time that I would likely need her help to come and meet me. I suddenly felt like I was on the Apollo 13 space shuttle and running out of vital support systems and, in my case daylight, very quickly.
I made the call and connected long enough to be told what to do and where to go. She would come and meet us there in about forty-five minutes. We fumbled our way back to the main highway, found the right turn-off, and finally made it to Totnes with time to spare. Along she came and after exchanging hugs and “howdies” we got in behind her and followed her some ten miles along a very narrow road to their small farm. As soon as we arrived we were hustled off to a neighborhood barbecue across two fields dotted with manure droppings and Suffolk / Hampshire blended sheep.
We met a lovely and welcoming group of folks who made us a nice supper on the grill. After a good visit, we retired with Sunday on tap. James would go up to the village church and the rest of us would get ready for a trip to an elegant historical home, Dartington Hall.
From there we would all go together for fish and chips along the coast in the village of Brixham, where our daughter-in law Noemi’s sister Elizabeth and her husband live. There we would part company with Suzy and James, who would head back to Totnes, while Jeanne and I would travel in the opposite direction, along the sea. We would spend our second day on the road in Plymouth.