Time Travel Friday

Today is Bike to Work Day in the US, but work is so dismal, I’d rather have fun instead.

So, hop on your old English touring bike and let’s go back to May, 1955!

The really pretty scenery is in this next section–and don’t forget some ale and grub, lest you get “a touch of the bonk!”

That makes me want a Ploughman’s lunch. Sigh.

The above ploughman’s lunch was eaten at Forest Inn in Dartmoor. And wouldn’t Dartmoor be a brilliant place to ride bikes?

Of course then I start thinking about Old Peculier, which I drink because Melrose Plant drinks it and also because when I say I drink it, people who know ale are impressed. (What, me shallow?)

(from this site)

However, that might lead to this:

So instead I shall stick to this:

(from my own travel pics)

And now, I’m off to ride here:

Don’t forget to check out the time travel videos, via Lisa SH on the team estrogen boards.

Have fun!

Edited to add, the more things change, the more they stay the same, yay!

Wistfully yours…

When I first started blogging I was on blogspot. When I switched to wordpress, I was able to import all my blogs, pics and comments and thought that took care of everything. Then I discovered that after awhile, the pics no longer would open. For some odd reason blogger doesn’t like hosting pics that are opening from wordpress. Well, I never!

So I’ve been trying to update them as I realize they need updating, but I’m sure I’ve still got lots of pics from the first months that don’t open.

Today I discovered one of those pages, and it happens to be a page I love, a page with lots of pics.

So since I’m sure many of you have never seen it, my post for today is to link you to an old post.

It’s why we rent cars in England instead of parking our bums in London for the duration. It’s why we haven’t even gone into London (well, not intentionally, there was that time we took a wrong turn on a motorway and … well, that’s neither here nor there) during our past three trips.

So, with no further ado:

Dartmoor.

Now I’m quite wistful. Only, now I’m also wistful over the idea of riding my bike there.

With a cute little bell to ring to shoo the sheep and ponies and tourists out of my way!

Dartmoor (lots of pictures)

So I’m very tired and fuzzy-headed and rather than throw together an entry just to be doing one, I’m going to do something I enjoy.

Photos from our brief sojourn in Dartmoor last March. I can’t wait to go back.

It was like magic. Unbelievable magic. Late in the day, driving and looking for a b&b to stay in, and what should we find but a unicorn … missing its horn.

And I don’t care what my friend Jeo says — this is not the ugliest pony on the face of the earth. Sheeeeesh!

We found the b&b — a lovely place in Holne. They told us to walk on up to the pub, and it was very dark and other-worldly, and fabulous.

As was the pub itself. Fabulous, I mean. Not dark and other-worldly.

The next morning I was poking around the church’s graveyard looking at stones when, just to welcome this Texas girl to the neighborhood, they had a cattle drive right through the middle of town.

I just love this picture. Two companions clambering over rocks and roaming.

I’m not even showing the landscape, am I? Okay, here’s a babbling brook, how’s that.

Okay, I’m going to do myself in with this one. After this I will simply stagger away from the computer and curl up in a ball and whimper for scones. And PG Tips. And scones.

Whimper.

(A best of holidailies exceptional entry.)