A few pictures from a holiday in Devon, England, the county where Paul's Dad was born and Plymouth, the city where Paul's eldest brother lived for many years.
A view across Tavistock, past the Catholic Church of Our Lady of the Assumption towards Dartmoor.
Up on the moors above Tavistock.
One of the doors of the Dolphin Hotel, on the Barbican at Plymouth.
Plymouth, by the Hoe.
Plymouth, looking out towards Drake's Island and Mount Edgcumbe park beyond.
One of Brittany Ferries ships, on its way to either Roscoff in France, or Santander in Spain.
An uninterrupted view of the Eddystone Lighthouse, jus barely visible on the horizon, in the middle of the picture. Squint or you'll miss it, but it is definitely there.
For context, someone else's photo of the Eddystone Lighthouse on the Eddystone Reef.
More here: Eddystone Lighthouse - Wikipedia
Plymouth Hoe, near from where Sir Francis Drake set out in 1588.
Stonehenge, as seen from the car as we drove by. When we were kids, growing up in the 1960s, we were able to touch the stones; I think we've both got photos of doing that very thing. But not today, I think the country finally woke up to just how important they are.
