The British Invasion: Part VII - Dartmoor

By the time we got back to the hotel, knightky and I were tired and a bit irritable. We'd been driving for hours and hours, only to see only a couple of locations where we didn't have sufficient time to explore. It was getting to the point where I didn't even know what day it was, or where I was. I was experiencing a strange form of travel amnesia.

( One look at the harbour reminded me of where I was, though. )

The British Invasion: Part VIII - Plymouth and Buckfast Abbey

A good meal and a proper night's sleep meant we were eager to go the next day. I got up a little bit early so I could photograph the church ruins adjacent to our hotel. In 1941, Charles Church, the second oldest parish church in Plymouth, was destroyed by incendiary bombs, and the shell of the building was left to stand as a memorial. 1,200 people died in the WWII bombings in Plymouth. The main streets go right up to and around the husk of the church, ( it is a blatant, ever-present reminder of the destructive nature of war. )