Whilst preparing this post I was struck by a description I read on wiki: ‘Plymouth is a port city in Devon … It’s known for its maritime heritage and historic Barbican district with narrow, cobbled streets’ .
Devon to me is hedged lanes and cups of tea and the grey grey sea. And, narrow, narrow cobbled streets. The sort of street that I want to take of my shoes and socks and feel the cool stone beneath my feet and wonder about the women (and men) who have walked on the grits previously. I wonder about who built the road. Slaves? Convicts? I wonder about their lives and their living conditions. As ever, I wonder where they defecated. Probably in this very street. And then I hurriedly put my shoes back on.
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When was the last time you walked on cobbled stone streets?