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.
Walk March 