So then, last Saturday I left for Exeter where I stayed for the weekend. A damn nice place: hell loads of history, stuff to do and a beautiful scenery all around the city! Also the promenade along the River Exe is one of the nicest I have seen so far.. The place is not all that overcrowdedly touristy tourist trap kind of thing but yet quite holiday-ish. They’ve got lots of free guided tours round the city with some wicked old local chaps who’ll with glowing eyes tell you more than you’d ever wanted to know about this place. Also it seems there are amazingly many fit women around… and the best, the vast majority of tourists actually was British. Mmm, didn’t really want to leave – but well, what’d this be about if I wouldn’t?