Monday night: Torquay (31st March 1919)

The “Sparrows” were very surprised to see me again, and got me a feed of eggs and bacon in about five minutes.  I hanker for the briny deep – even coming to the coast is something.  Between Exeter and Newton Abbot the train follows the coast past Dawlish, Teigmouth, etc. – ripping places for sketching – distant towns across estuaries, low blue hills, broken by spire and castle, old vessels on mudbanks, fishing craft, and the like.

Watched a seaplane at close quarters, starting off and dashing away like an angry swan.

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