Plympton is to the east of Plymouth proper, and Jennie’s mother lives there. There’s a River Plym, as well. The older part of town has that rocky, jumbled feel, with hedgerows, gardens and vegetation in proliferation. Clean right angles are few and far between. The castle was built 1,000 years ago, and from the hilltop one can see the Dartmoor looming just to the north.
Upon returning to the home base, we embarked upon a celebration of D’s birthday, and so kindly permit me to wish “Happy Birthday” to the missus, on the occasion of standing on ancestral turf.
(The account of our visit to the UK is being posted piecemeal, backdated to the actual day)