Word of the day: Gigs
After a long bus journey from Dartington it was great to be back on the path. However, this first section was a bit of a shock for the legs - a real roller coaster. Stopped to sketch above Babbacombe Bay just after Maidencombe.
As we approached The Ness at Shaldon our ears were assaulted by the sound of a velociraptor devouring its prey, or at least that's what it sounded like! It was a gurgling, sucking, chomping sound - like a giant toilet cistern slowly filling up. We never did find out what it was.
As we walked past the mouth of the Teign Estuary half a dozen gig crews were pulling for all they were worth and barely making headway against the incoming tide. We spent the night with our friend Ian Chamberlain (a member of the Moor Poets).