We have been eagerly anticipating our lovely trip to Devon.
A building that is four hundred years old is something non-existent at home;
and here we are going to spend five nights in one that is not only standing,
but inhabitable and cozy.
Cory cannot get over how comical the construction of the
place is. It is quite apparent that the builders did not care whether their
walls were square… or whether their floors were sloped. Not to mention the
walls are three feet thick.
Words cannot describe this lovely little village. Situated
at the top of a hill that overlooks a waterway is beautiful enough; add to that
the charm of narrow and winding roads, old houses covered with ivy, and a
beautiful church built in the 1200’s and
this little place really is a sight to see. To give an indication as to the
charm and size of this village it will suffice to say that the local pub, post
office, market, and café are all combined as one happy little business.
Cory and I went for a run around all of the little lanes and
wound up in a field surrounded by sheep, water, wild flowers, and trees. The
heavens do truly declare the glory of God!
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