Bars and cars, moors and tors, coast paths and wild swimming
and more travel drama! Here’s the third and final post about our summer travels. The last part of the trip was to Devon, England – the country, but not the county, of my birth – to visit family and also to see Dartmoor and the South West Coast Path. We left Finland on a Wednesday, changing planes in Stockholm, arriving at London’s Heathrow Airport and were dealt an instant dose of culture shock. Heathrow airport essentially barely functions. There were three lifts down to the rental car shuttle bus stand, and a huge queue in front of just one of … Continue reading Bars and cars, moors and tors, coast paths and wild swimming