Today we explored Devonport. on the way we stopped at a beach promptly called „the Strand“. Not only does it sound German, but the little village looked like a replica of Grömitz, Westerland or other German seaside resorts. Including ugly buildings from the 50s-60s. At the Strand were a lot of smallish dogs running up and down the beach in an exited way, dragging there owners behind them. What a wonderful place to meet dogs called Molly or Sally. From there we went on to Devonport, filled with coffee shops, touristy stuff, a book shop and fish and chips that can bring the most hardened seagull to barf. We started to feed them with these ill smelling chips, grease dripping from our fingers, until we could not morally justify harming those poor birds with vile transfats any longer. A nice rainbow and flat crabs hiding under rocks made up for the rotten food.
