Auld Jimmy

Just like back in the 70s and early 80s when we all used to get dragged out along this back road, Euan was dragged out there today also. Back then we'd be driven there in the old VW Passat, today we cycled there. You can tell how well that went down by Euan's body language.

As always, by the time we headed on down to the falls on the almost hidden path behind the sign, where stuff could be thrown into the water and old abandoned mill walls could be climbed he was back to his usual chirpy cheerful self. Until, that is, I started boring him with the usual stories about how that cottage was where his grandad grew up and how him and his brothers would race each other across that bridge on motorbikes they could just about reach the handlebars on.

The water on the Black Devon is flowing much faster and fully than it should be for this time of year, and it was good to just sit for a bit whilst the drizzle tailed off and fire off some photos as Euan mucked around by the water and moaned.

Auld Jimmy would've enjoyed it down there today, though he'd have no doubt barked at Euan for leaping the rocks to the other bank of the fast moving river at one point. That was always worse than his bite.