Totnes, otters, steam trains and the Brixham sea

Backblip:

Having managed to navigate sleeping in the same bed as Ottawacker Jr. (he managed to take up some 90% of the double bed through a process involving kicking, farting, and strategically placed elbows), we had some toast, drove into Brixham to find clothes to replace the ones so considerately lost by Lufthansa.

Then on to the South Devon Railway in Buckfastleigh, an otter sanctuary, and a wander, before heading out to Brixham to take the obligatory shot in the stockade in front of the Golden Hind, and dinner at a very nice restaurant called Rockfish (I think). (See Extras.)

Quick catch up with John and Stella before crashing once more into a fitful slumber next to Ottawacker Jr.'s elbows, during which I dreamt of being consistently poked in the eye by a very large stick.