On the drive to Ashburton the road follows the River Dart and in the summer months a steam train does regular trips alongside the river which, if you time it right, can be the most wonderful photograph.
Today, though, was another story as it was a very cold and bleak River Dart - much too cold to walk along it's banks.
But out of the corner of my eye I spied a flash of yellow..
..all alone with not another flower in sight - how strange!
Talking of flowers whilst we were in Ashburton we came across this wonderful florist.
Sara's Lavender Box. Simply lovely..
The flowers she sells are just right - country and pretty. She also sells vintage plates, jugs and other bits. Just look at these colours - what a contrast to the river's bleakness! What a lovely thing it must be to own a small florist and to sell treasures that you have found and even made. I noticed that she sold bulbs and primroses in small vintage terracotta flowerpots tied with rafia. Yum! It is a shame that Ashburton is such a small town.
On our way back to the car I fell in love with this old door!
It was barely 5 feet high!
Anth took a picture of the church with a view to sketching it.
We made our way home- and then back to reality I had to go food shopping - all good things come to an end...
