It will soon be a year since I moved to Devon. I am still a novice Devonian, but I am falling more and more in love with the place, and have learned a few things about it during that time. Here are some of the main ones:
1. No sight gladdens a Devon dweller’s heart than that of Devon, viewed from a train window, after being somewhere that isn’t Devon – even when there’s a bit of seagull shit on the window:
2. The sky in Devon is different to other skies. Even when it looks like it isn’t planning anything, it always is.
3. In Devon, you should always live on a hill, unless you want your house to double as a boat. Also, you should make sure it is an actual hill. I used to think I lived on a hill when I lived in Norfolk but have since realised it was in fact just a tussock with ideas above its station.
4. Devon has the best local news stories. Perhaps even better ones than Norfolk:
5. I can tell I live in rural Devon now, not rural north Nottinghamshire where I grew up, because when I hear rustling in a bush I think “Oh, a deer!” and not “People are shagging.”
6. People in Devon will use “not liking the water” as a genuine excuse for not visiting another part of the country.
7. If you’re in Devon and you can’t see Dartmoor, it means it’s raining.
8. If you’re in Devon and you can see Dartmoor, it means it’s about to rain.
9. 24% of all pub conversations in Devon are themed around lichen but a surprising amount of people are unsure about how to pronounce it.
10. Living in rural Devon is a commitment to fucking up your car, although on the bright side it can also sometimes – as in my case – mean you get a personalised registration plate for free:
11. Devon has the most perfect spring nights, although they can sometimes be punctured by the unexpected:
12. Pockets become entirely different things in Devon to what they are elsewhere. In Devon, having a large collection of twigs or a mollusc in your pocket is regarded in pretty much the same way as having some keys in your pocket is in Kent, Berkshire or Leicestershire.
13. Nowhere has more colourful or evocative names for hills than Devon:
14. Between October and May, everything in Devon smells pleasantly of woodsmoke, including the people.
15. The “three degrees of pixielation” rule is very common in Devon. This is the theory that everyone in Devon knows someone who knows someone who has been pixielated – or pixie-led, as it’s also called – on Dartmoor.
16. After living in Devon for a while, you find yourself using new, more organic products on your hair. For the last year or so, I, for example, have been using “wind” and “sea” on my hair – both of which are available from all good coastal outlets:
17. Experimental rhymes and cutting edge modern poetry are a bigger problem in rural Devon than many people let on:
18. The way British weather works is that rain is made in Devon and, occasionally, after it’s finished its work here, some other regions get it:
19. In Devon, Drunk Pub Guy Who Will Talk To Anyone is, on the whole, a much less intimidating character than he is elsewhere. Once upon a time, I was a bit scared of Drunk Pub Guy Who Will Talk To Anyone. Now I’m in Devon, I’m much more “Pull up a seat, Drunk Pub Guy Who Will Talk To Anyone. Tell me your life story.”
20. When people are bored in Devon, they always find ways to amuse themselves, such as by putting gnomes on a remote rural hillside next to a train track:
21. You can dress like a 1970s dandy in Devon for a while, but you will eventually realise it’s impractical. The Devon countryside chews up 70s dandies and spits them out.
22. It takes approximately a month of living in Devon to forget that Devon isn’t actually a country.
21 thoughts on “22 Things I Have Learned About Devon”
There is no sweeter sight than the "Welcome to Devon" sign on the M5.
We always do a countdown as soon as we can see the sign on the M5 or A303 – "5,4,3,2,1… DEVON!!!!"
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My husband was born in Devon. Whenever we went up the road to Heathrow to return to the US, where we lived, he cried. We moved to the UK eventually, to Tavistock, but then we needed more room so we bought a house in–gasp!–Cornwall. However, it is on a ridge and from our back deck we can see Dartmoor AND the very place my husband grew up. Good thing: I don't think I could tolerate years and years of crying.
How are your cats handling the move?
you should try the wind & rain on Skye, it rains upwards, it hurts and exfoliates your face. lol
Love Devon. Visit Martinhoe every year to visit my cuz. Canada is lovely but wine in a Devon garden at evening is beyond words.
This is extremely accurate – and awesome to boot!
You forgot the pink sheep!
You have summed Devon up perfectly! It was great meeting you at the drift yesterday. Looking forward to reading all about it. SJ
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Is that the little village between Dorset and Cornwall? I went through there once!
I just did.
More! More! Sam and I missed Devon, walked from Mousehole Sennen Cove,and quite a bit beyond. We'd have loved Devon. I want more stories.
I moved to Devon 14 years ago, supposedly for a couple of years, maybe 3. Still here. Still loving it. Love this post. ?
I have lived in Devon all my life, I know exactly what u mean !!
It's not all good news, a few years in Devon leads to a pathological hatred of all things caravan.
Been in North Devon (A different country to Just Devon) for a few years, learning the ways and language just so we can get served at the local pub (Landlords from Northampton, but don't let on or they will lynch him) after the Deer and occasional low flying helicopter (By occasional I mean every three days in summer and twice a month in winter) have reconfigured the hedge to yet another impractical shape, and after this seasons pitiful grockle hunt have decided the catch may be better in Somerset (Well the cider should be at least).
So we leave behind the broken wheel axles and new Alloys every year for a land that likes to be underwater for a fair amount of the year where my dry suit will come in handy.
Fair thee well Devon (Both North and Just) I will see you in my nightmares of damaged cars. I always come back in the end, took 20 years this last time maybe I can make it till im eighty before i get dragged back to gods own county.
Drunk pub guy can be less threatening, it's true. After your talk at the Totnes bookshop, there was one in the square outside, who'd just been thrown out of one and was quietly complaining about this to himself. The nice middle class crowd queuing for pizza from the van happily ignored him. He tried to get attention by saying fairly loudly: 'Totnes is shit'. No reaction . Slightly louder but not too much:' Totnes is f'ing shit' again, no reaction. He looked around desperately, saw me grinning and in one triumphant shout after much befuddled thought, announced: it's like…it's like A GRANNY'S HANDBAG! He then scuttled off, a bit scared it seemed he'd gone too far with that one…
Just spend a couple of Friday or Saturday nights on the plains in Totnes and you will realise Devon has its fair share of tracksuit clad chavs like anywhere else.