We beat a fairly hasty retreat but still got caught by the hail. Up on high Dartmoor they had three inches of snow, someone told me later.
My mother, undeterred by having fallen over recently after a long Dartmoor walk (hence, I suspect, the uncharacteristic request for help) took me to the Mary Tavy craft fair. It was, by village standards, heaving!
I bought a few bits and pieces, including some very nice marmalade bread and a jar of mandarin marmalade. Then I left (since I had left Rosie in the car, and it was a bit chilly for her to stay there long) and took a snap of the war memorial on the way.
It was a nice day again, though you could still see the snow on the moors looming over the multi-story-carpark! (I like the windvane. I think that's on top of the Co-op lift, which s usually broken, but from this angle it's quite pretty. The grass in the foreground is on top of a green roof, not a lawn, there's a house underneath it.
I think she was hoping we would go to a cafe and have a sausage but I had marmalade bread waiting for me, so I cruelly urged her onward.
We did go to the Pannier Market and buy some black pudding sausages, which she likes. She did not wish to leave the Pannier market. The Pannier market has a roof.
My dog is not an outdoorsy dog.