A few photographs that aren’t either of rock concerts or trains, starting with these two fellows who were only too keen to pose for photos.

These two of Dawlish’s famous black swans weren’t quite as obliging. Whatever was at the bottom of the river was far more interesting than having their picture taken. I wasn’t quick enough to get a shot of one doing a Smaug impression.

OK, so this one does have a train in it. But it does show what Dawlish is like on a sunny day.

Dawlish is full of old-fashioned traditional pubs, and is completely free of the characterless chain pubs which fill most towns and cities. The Railway Inn, in a street too narrow for anything other than pedestrians, does great food, and a good pint of Otter.