'It's not our dogs that don't get on with others, it's other dogs that don't get on with ours', the new publican of the Kings Arms declared without any irony. We were sitting in the beer garden of the main pub in Winkleigh. The same Winkleigh that had been on National TV as the best place in England to live, only last week. The Kings Arms has always been the centre of Winkley life and the arrival of the tattooed, blinged new cockney landlord seems to have left the locals rather apprehensive about what the future holds. Earlier Ade and I had had a beer in the other pub, the Seven Stars, which seems like a safer alternative.
This week I've been at the Primary Care Cardiology Society annual scientific conference in Bristol. I have made four presentations, displayed three posters, and done a piece to camera for one of the Primary Care journals. It has been exhausting. I am now not just the one who talks about commissioning, but also the one who one who knows about heart rate. There'll also be some publications out of it.
So instead of coming straight home I've stayed in the South West to see Sue and Ade, and the weather is glorious. Devon is such a beautiful county, with its undulating scenery and narrow lanes, and today is about the hotest of the year.
On the day I arrived, Friday, we went for dinner in Chumleigh at the Red Lion pub. The restaurant there has been revamped, and well worth a visit. It had a good atmosphere, new decor and good value food.
Today it was time to come home. I've missed Lucas and Emily. I flew back from Exeter, so on the way we called in to Tarr Steps. The walk through the wood and by the stream was hot and crowded, but worth the detour. Then on to the airport after a pub lunch, and now I'm back home with my daughter and grandson.
Its been a long week, but a very satisfying one. I'd love to spend more time in Devon, but I love being home too.
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