Crow Head and the blue bell walk

Its early May bank holiday weekend, so I must be in Devon. Ade and Sue have prepared a very special day out. All the spring flowers are out and their garden is full of pink, yellow and blue. I travelled down on Saturday, by train. It took four hours but went straight through. I went first class as it was off peak and cheap. Next time I come down Friday and wont bother with first class, there was little difference and no free WiFi you get on Virgin trains. This was cross country.
Crow head is a stretch of beach in North Devon. I think it's North Devon, we went through Barnstable anyway. It feels just like Mull, with one narrow road to get to it, and constant stopping to let people go by. The sheep wander across the road as if they own it. The beach is about six miles long and it's low tide. The sun was out, the dogs were silly and it was perfect.
Then a pub lunch overlooking the sea, or was it an estuary. Steak pie, chips and gravy and a pint of beer.
Next to a bluebell walk some miles away. The farmer only opens it up for a few hours in the day. As we arrive, the cars are starting to fill the car park. Several groups of people are out. The path leads us through the trees to a blue carpeted wood. This is what I've come to Devon for. Little signs point out the other different sorts of wild flowers and the trees. There is even a deer fallow, we are told. Well more of a muddy path really and no one is very convinced.
Then on to the Eggesford Beer Festival. There's a beer tent and tables and chairs . Opposite is an orning where the jazz band are playing. The Bar-B-Cue has run out of burgers. A lady with her Downs syndrome daughter are dancing to the music, while the other twenty or so look on. We must have missed the Morris Men.
The day could have ended perfectly, but it didn't. City beat Newcastle to put them in a very strong position. You can't have everything and in the end, I'd rather have beer and blue bells. Thanks Ade and Sue.