The river Exe

I kept getting that stupid Chris de Burgh song stuck in my head (...Dont pay the ferryman...) as we crossed the river Exe from Topsham to walk along the tidal estuary and eat lunch at The Turf.

How logical the names: the river Exe starts on the moors (Exmoor) and ends at the sea (Exmouth). Our ferryman (...dont even fix a price...) Mike is a world record holder for staying underwater with breathing apparatus.

We wandered a trail looking at spritely bullocks literally frolic like dogs. I've never seen meat move like that (...don't pay the ferryman...). A canal runs parallell to the Exe, and keyakers paced us. We all ended up with toasties and pints at The Turf.

Good thing Mike was expecting us in the return trip. He came and fetched us. We paid up (...until he gets you to the other side...) and nobody had to swim or stay underwater at all.