Devon Days..........

    Bingo descending rapidly at Lynton & Lynmouth

‘So what’s all this seaside business about?’

Having loaded up the car, we were about to set out on our early morning drive to Devon.

‘I’m not saying I’m not interested, for as you can see my tail’s fair wagging itself silly. It’s just a bit of a mystery to me.’

I looked in the rear view mirror and could see the lad, ears pricked, and as he said, his tail wagging fit to fly off!

‘Well Bing, as you know we’re off to Devon to meet up with Tom & Angela, who’ve rented a house for the week.’

‘Devon?’

'That’s it, we’re off to Croyde Bay, which is in Devon.’

‘And does this house have a seaside in it?’

‘The seaside is outside….’

‘In the garden.’

‘Not in the garden, but you can see it from the garden.’

‘I’m confused.’

‘Well the seaside is beside the sea.’

‘Sea?’

‘It’s a massive expanse of water.’

‘Like the one at the park.’

‘Oh no it’s huge.’

‘Sorry, I can’t imagine that.’

‘Don’t worry by lunchtime you’ll see it.’

Time, to our pal, is rather the same as with a child. We had been trundling around the M25 for 10 minutes when he caught my eye in the mirror.

‘Are we nearly there guv?’

‘Not yet Bingo, still quite a way to go, I should have a nap……’

We stopped mid-morning and got out to stretch our legs…..the lad sniffed a large muddy puddle.

‘Stone me, is that the sea?’

‘No it’s a muddy puddle.’

‘Thank goodness for that.’

We journeyed on, and by lunchtime we were parking on the forecourt of the house.’

‘Bing we’re here.’

‘Hurrah!’

Tom wandered out of the house, at which point the lad went bonkers and charged around the new garden at high speed, being pursued by the fleet of foot…and not the old puffer, who unpacked the car!

‘Cor what’s that Tom?’

‘That Bing is the sea!’

‘It's big.’

‘Yep.’

‘It’s very big.’

‘It certainly is.’

‘I mean it’s much, much bigger than very big!’

Sand, sea and hooters full of fresh air, it was wonderful to see the young lad thoroughly enjoying his hols. I shall never be able to see the opening of ‘Chariots of Fire’ without expecting to see Bing, ears flapping behind, running flat out along the beach.
                                       

-ooOoo-

‘Those sidewaysers are odd aint they guv?’

In a rock pool he sniffed at a couple of small crabs.

‘Why are they hanging around here when they could be out there.’

He nodded at the sea.

‘I think they rather like basking here, they’ll happily wait until the tide comes in I reckon.’

‘Ah.’

The lad poked a piece of seaweed with his nose, and the decision was made that it was not food for a hound.

‘Well Bing which bit of the seaside do you like most?’

‘I love everything! It’s all so different, and there’s some wonderful smells for a chaps hooter!’

‘I noticed you enjoyed the view as we came down the cliff railway.’

(We were at Lynton & Lynmouth.)

‘Cor, that was good wasn’t it?’

‘Tip-top.’

And that is a glimpse of Bings Devon days.........

Oh and yes -

 

One day Tom, Angela and the lad himself, went to Clovelly, where he met his first Donkeys, and wondered why there were no cars bouncing down the high street!

Oh and one last glimpse.......

 

 

 

........of Tom, Bing and the sea beyond.