It was with a heavy heart that I boarded the Paddington train leaving a sunny Totnes behind. Although this was my first visit, Totnes felt very much like an old friend. I guess having a Plymouth-born father makes me feel sentimental about anywhere in Devon. I know. Me, sentimental. Who’d of thought it?
I enjoyed exploring the shops, side streets, Friday market and antiques fair. I even broke my self-imposed knick-knack ban when a kitsch figurine at Narnia completely stole my heart! Totnes is a wonderful place to get lost in, and can definitely recommend a visit, or two.