It's a Beautiful Day in Devon

It's just gone 10pm here and the sky is that very deep purple-y-blue it turns just before real night descends.  Only 30 hours in Devon, and already it feels like home.  We've unpacked, staked out our territory, run into a friend on the way to the square, had Sunday dinner in a pub with a group of artists and writers, bought the fixings for dinner, cooked it, had some cider, taken three walks.  We've talked a great deal, worked a bit, and borrowed two sets of Wellies in case it really does rai...