Knocking on Devon's Door

I wanted to call this shot The Edge of Devon, but I think Bob Dylan beats Wham!

Back in the land of my birth - the snow is now far behind us, but it felt chilly with the window down for about 5 miles waiting for the sign. Credit must go to my son for hanging out of the window with the phone!

I am always excited as we approach Plymouth; a week of the kids being spoilt by their grandparents, and I get to see the sea every day. And perhaps eat a pasty or 2! Even some clotted cream ( not necessarily at the same time).

I hope I can upload this on the move......