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Over the May bank holiday weekend we headed over to Brixham with our two little pirates for some swashbuckling fun, at this years Pirate Festival.  Leaving the car park and making our way down to the marina, I understood why the area is known as the English Riviera, we could easily have just arrived in the Mediterranean! Unusually for a bank holiday in the UK, it was a lovely 20 degrees, so of course, legs, sun cream and sun hats were all out! The sun was shining brightly with barely a cloud in the sky and the sea glistened beautifully beneath it. Just stunning! We strolled through the marina down towards the harbour, soon spotting the magnificent El Galeon (Spanish pirate ship, pictured above). As we wandered, we took in the stalls selling various pirate wears, saw female pirates on stilts creating bubbles and modelling balloon swords to entertain the kids, in the family area. Passing apartments decorated with pirate skeletons dressed in costumes helped to set the s

No.15 Great Pulteney   From the moment we arrived at No.15 Great Pulteney, I knew we had chosen wisely and I had a certain smugness that this is one hotel I had found. Great Pulteney Street is possibly one of the most stunning streets we had ever seen, full of identical looking Georgian townhouses from the front, but each individual to the rear. (See the picture of the hotel and the giant 8 ball!). As beautiful and almost unchanged, since the 18 th Century. As we stepped in to the hotel foyer, Master S pointed out the figure of Big Ben by the sofa, Mr S commented on the fire place with the imposing art work on the wall above and Miss S’s eyes were drawn to the colourful chandelier, interestingly made up of lost earrings. It may sound odd, but for me it was along with all these things, the subtle but beautiful smell that confirmed to me that this, was a place I was going to enjoy staying. We have been fortunate enough to stay in some pretty amazing hotels