I used to love Devon. Many a holiday I've spent in my childhood on a boat in any number of harbours in Devon. The swoosh and lap of the sea gently lulling me into a gentle night or morn , seagulls calling and the strong smell of salt and fish permeating the local air.
When a teenager i went with a friend to a small Devon fishing port....one of the worst holidays of my life!
I hate Totnes with considerable passion, followed closely behind by Cullompton.
I've not been to either place and have no intention of doing so. They probably deserve my hatred not one little bit...nevertheless they are forever in my being as evil, vile places.
We often travel to Plymouth to catch the ferry to Roscoff and my heart sinks as we pass the sign for Cullompton first, shortly followed by the Totnes sign.
I saw this weekend past and i had an almost irresistable urge to deface them, wipe them out, delete them from the map of Britain.
I, stoically remiained quiet , biting my tongue, trying desperately hard not to come out with some nasty quip.
In reality however convenient it is to sail from Plymouth, i wish with all my heart to sail from Portsmouth.
Avoiding something you fear is natural, self preservation and all that stuff. Face your fear, do battle and conquer.....if only i could win!
I'm told i've won but somehow i don't think so......I've just delayed the inevitable.
I'm not too keen on Bristol either but perhaps thats just a fancy?
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