Since this book starts in the town of Kingsbridge, it seems sensible to start there with the photographs and . . .
. . . what better place than the shop you would no doubt head for on arrival: the book shop where you will find many copies of Marcia’s books. This comment is, of course, a hostage to fortune. I suspect there will come a time when there is no longer such a shop in the town and that photograph will become a little bit of history. Hopefully, that will not be for many years.
Whilst we are in Mill Street, we may as well walk along to The Hermitage, a public house which offers excellent food in which, in the years before I met Marcia and had a business in the town (we published things and carried out printing) I would frequently have my lunch.
The town sits at the head of a tidal estuary and the main street is narrow and winds up from the level area of which Mill Street is the boundary. Here we are at the bottom of Fore Street, which was the main shopping centre (parking in it is a nightmare and carrying heavy bags up and down that steep hill is no great fun) and . . .
. . . here we see it from the top. Now, unsurprisingly. there is a supermarket (to reach it you follow the new road around to the right which, as you can see, is now the main road into the town) and the focus of shopping has shifted.
That is probably why the level area has become the centre of the town with new building such as this and . . .
. . . the open space at the very head of the estuary has been given a complete face-lift.
In great measure this is thanks to dedicated volunteers who have created a group which ensures that this area is always bright and colourful.
A new bandstand, behind which is a new library, attracts all sorts of entertainers during the holiday season such as this . . .
. . . group of clog dancers.
However, the greatest changes here are seen when we look down the estuary as it has become a haven for people with boats.
It is, of course, very tidal but as you can see this does not seem to cause a problem.
Before we leave the estuary and look at the coast – one final view. On the left is the Crabshell (the white building with the grey slate roof sitting on the edge of the quay): a public house which plays a significant part in Isobel’s life if only for a brief moment in time.