As a child I remember holidaying at the various camping and caravan sites in the Torbay area most years. Invariably this would end up with a visit to Dawlish on the way home.
The black swans fascinated me, I had never seen black ones before, and have only seen them since on a trip to Doncaster where they were swimming at Lakeside in what little of the lake wasn’t frozen. (see my post “Frozen“).
Every year the trip to Dawlish would involve a visit to one shop in particular, an ice-cream shop where we would choose our flavour of ice cream and have it topped with a scoop of real clotted cream.
I am one of three girls, so since none of us like clotted cream, we all had to wait patiently while my dad very generously ate the clotted cream off all three of our ice-creams so that we could get to the flavour we had chosen underneath.
Years later, after holidaying in Torbay with my husband and our own three girls, we stopped at the same ice-cream shop and I was amazed to find that they still did the ice-cream with a scoop of clotted cream on top … but only if you paid extra for the clotted cream.
Hmmmn, and to think we fell for that one every year !