I mean, the Mummas among us have a vested interest in this one, don’t we? Who wants to spend the day at Pizza Hut when everyone else is out there having all the fun? So whether you need to employ some careful manipulation with your brood (read: shove this post under their noses), or you’re looking for inspiration for your own mum and in-laws, you’ll find the Muddy Mega Mothering Sunday picks here.Read more
There’s nothing quite like a village drama to rock up in the midst of – and bonus points go to the Millbrook Inn, at South Pool for being a nativity-themed one.
Just before Christmas we took a family excursion to the South Hams, in search of a bit of peace and quiet before the inevitable chaos that would soon ensue with visiting family. (Just as a Muddy aside by the way, I thoroughly recommend a day or two somewhere ‘off-grid’ if you can, to psych yourself up for those mulled wine spillages, roast dinner dramas and the living room always being ‘too damn hot’.)
We took a bracing and soggy morning walk along the beach at East Prawle, then got back in the car in search of an open fire and ten minutes later found ourselves in the village square at South Pool, below.Read more
Until recently South Brent was, to me, nothing more than an exit off the A38, on the way to Exeter, where the phone always mysteriously loses signal; my only local knowledge of it being the petrol garage right on the slip road with a notoriously iffy junction to manoeuvre in and out of (yep, that one). I’ve definitely nearly run out of fuel on more than one occasion, to bypass this dodgy spot.Read more