Easter Break - Part Two

We dropped our bags at the hostel and started driving through the park. We were surrounded by smooth hills, the horizon being a perpetual, wavy line. Enormous clouds were above our heads. I had the feeling that if I raised my arm to the sky and stretched my fingers, I could have touched them.
Not long after, we stopped on the side of the road: wild ponies were just few meters away from us! They came very close, one of them pushing his big muzzle into the car (one of the front windows was wide open). They did not show fear, not at all. Maybe they just wanted to check how come that six weird animals (they walk using only two of their legs!) decided to squeeze themselves in a black box when there was plenty of space around.
Anyways, after this close encounter and after having lunch by a torrent, we drove to a place called “Two bridges” – literally two bridges crossing the same creek but from different angles, and a pub.. nothing else – and we went for our first walk. We kept a slow pace. From hill to hill, we kept on walking through the English moor. A herd of wild ponies was resting further down one of the hills.
Dark clouds brought by a cold and persistent wind were approaching quickly. On our way back to the car, a rainbow appeared in the distance, joining sky and earth together.
Back to the car and back to the road! We stopped in Buckfast, had a look at the abbey and went for a pint (well.. two). One of us volunteered and went to buy some wine for the evening. He came back with six bottles of Buckfast wine. “One each!” he said. We were hungry but the Abbey Inn did not serve food anymore (a very nice pub, on the side of a river, with a huge fireplace, soft lights, dark wood all over and serving a very good ale). Back to the car, our mission was to find a place were to eat. We found it in another village but soon after we sat down we realised that one after the other, the clients were leaving the place. Could it be because we were too loud?? There is a thing about continental people: they cannot whisper. Not me for sure!! We were having such a good time and good laughs!
Once back to the village where we booked the hostel, we joined a karaoke night in the only pub still open (locals can be quite funny characters with a microphone in their hands). When that was over and lights went on in the pub, we started our own night in the parking lot. We had all that was necessary: music, Buckfast wine and the boot of the car! One of the best nights of my life.