Totnes had a rather lovely river, which had a rather lovely old yacht on it.
Half naked children were preparing to swim in the river, while other people munched sandwiches and watched.
Totnes has a lot of good alleyways, that all look as though they go somewhere interesting
And a pleasingly improbable and wobbly-looking skyline.
We found a market, where a white-bearded old man in an orange turban was playing a guitar under a tree. I didn't quite have the nerve to photograph him. so I photographed this horse's head made of chain instead. It was quite a random sort of market, the kind of place where you can buy an old bucket, or an incense-holder, or a brightly coloured pair of trousers.
Totnes has a harp centre! I tried not to look too closely, lest I break the hopeful illusion that this was a shop that sold nothing but harps.
I think philmophlegm wanted to go to Totnes primarily to confirm his prejudices re: it being a town of mad hippies, but he did enjoy the cake.
In Totnes, I bought a new stay-wet acrylic palette. It was ludicrously expensive for what is basically two bits of moulded plastic - twenty quid. TWENTY QUID! But one of the bits of plastic on my very old palette had ruptured irretrievably, and it was annoying me every time I used it. So I bit the bullet and bought a new one, and I must say it is really nice to have a palette that is all in one piece and working properly.