Totnes

That's what you'll never reach up to, not if you're the biggest doctor in the world." He laughed.

"By the way, how's Jem getting along? Still practicing at Totnes?" "Yes," I said.

"Doing well?" "Oh, so-so.

You see, we haven't got seven thousand a year, but we've got five hundred each, and Jem's more interested in hunting than in doctoring.

I was an ass to stand there at that unearthly hour, robbing myself of sleep in order to pursue such trains of thought.

Besides, supposing that Rosa and myself were in fact drawn together by chance or fate, or whatever you like to call it, had not disaster been prophesied in that event? It would be best to leave the future alone.

My aim should be to cure Aresca and then go soberly to Totnes and join my brother in practice.

I turned down Oxford Street, whose perspective of gas-lamps stretched east and west to distances apparently infinite, and as I did so I suddenly knew that someone was standing by the railings opposite under the shadow of the great trees.

So they are really interesting in that they have both... had various life trajectories that have now, they now live on Dartmoor and they, they don't do it.

Someone near Totnes.

Ashburn.

Ashburn, no, like Martin Shaw.

However, not finding that satisfaction among them as with the Gypsies, he had again joined that people.

Great was the joy therefore of these two friends at their meeting, and they soon agreed to travel together for some time, and accordingly proceeded to Totnes, from thence to the city of Exeter, where they raised a contribution in one day amounting to several pounds.

Having obtained all he could desire from this stratagem, his fruitful invention soon hinted another.

He now became the plain honest country farmer, who living in the Isle of Sheppey in Kent had the misfortune to have his grounds overflowed and all his cattle drowned.

He was, however, introduced again, and seated among them in his rags.

Sir William, being one of the few who pay a greater regard to the man than the dress, can discern and support merit under rags, and despise poverty of soul and worthlessness in embroidery.

But notwithstanding the success of this stratagem, our hero always looked upon it as one of the most unfortunate in his whole life, for after he had been at Sir William's, as above mentioned, coming to Stoke Gabriel near Totnes on a Sunday, and having done that which discovered the nakedness of Noah, he went to the Reverend Mr. Osborne, the minister of the parish, and requested the thanksgivings of the church for the wonderful preservation of himself and the whole ship's crew in the imminent danger of a violent tempest of thunder and lightning which destroyed the vessel they were aboard of.

Though Mr. Osborne knew him very well, yet he had no suspicion of its being him in disguise, therefore readily granted his request, and not only so, but recommending him to his parishioners, a handsome collection was made for him by the congregation, which he had generosity enough to distribute among the poor of the parish, reserving but a small part to himself.

However, not finding that satisfaction among them as with the gypsies, he had again joined that people.

Great was the joy therefore of these two friends at their meeting, and they soon agreed to travel together for some time, and accordingly proceeded to Totnes, from thence to the city of Exeter, where they raised a contribution in one day amounting to several pounds.

Having obtained all he could desire from this stratagem, his fruitful invention soon hinted another.

He now became the plain honest country farmer, who living in the Isle of Sheppey in Kent had the misfortune to have his grounds overflowed and all his cattle drowned.

He was, however, introduced again, and seated among them in his rags.

Sir William, being one of the few who pay a greater regard to the man than the dress, can discern and support merit under rags, and despise poverty of soul and worthlessness in embroidery.

But notwithstanding the success of this stratagem, our hero always looked upon it as one of the most unfortunate in his whole life, for after he had been at Sir William's, as above mentioned, coming to Stoke Gabriel near Totnes on a Sunday, and having done that which discovered the nakedness of Noah, he went to the Reverend Mr. Osborne, the minister of the parish, and requested the thanksgivings of the church for the wonderful preservation of himself and the whole ship's crew in the imminent danger of a violent tempest of thunder and lightning which destroyed the vessel they were aboard of.

Though Mr. Osborne knew him very well, yet he had no suspicion of its being him in disguise, therefore readily granted his request, and not only so, but recommending him to his parishioners, a handsome collection was made for him by the congregation, which he had generosity enough to distribute among the poor of the parish, reserving but a small part to himself.

The castle of Shropsbury is set so that it is in the very place where the town is not defended with Severn, else the town were totally environed with water.

Dartington, the fair and goodly lordship by Totnes in Devonshire, was the lord of Audleys, sensed by a tainter, the Duke of Exeter, named Holland, that caused his whole household there to drink wine brought out of France.

He was admiral of England, and Sir Baldwin Fulford, a knight of the sepulchre, was his under-admiral.

Courtney, Marquess of Exeter, had a late this Dartington.

So-

And then the, the, the trust comes into being because in, in the '60s a couple, Morris and Ruth Ash, buy Sharpham, and Ruth is the daughter of Dorothy Elmhurst who, uh, uh, who owned Dartington estate, which is upriver from us near Totnes.

And Morris and Ruth are, are, are interested in some, some, some cool stuff.

Um, Mor- they're interested...

...

in the Dart.

And it was the number of fish going through the fish counter at Totnes Weir, and it said that there were 58 salmon counted in a year.

And I thought to myself, "Well, that can't be right," because, you know, I grew up locally in Paignton, and I'd mess about on the D- on the river, and I...

[laughs]

Was killed on the A381 road between Harbertonford and Holwell, near where he lived in Totnes in Devon on my birthday, September 3rd, [laughs] 2- 2010, when a cylindrical hay bale weighing 600 kilograms, 1,300 pounds, rolled down a hillside and collided with the van he was driving.

A court case concluding on November 19th, 2012, resulted in two defendants being found not guilty of, uh, health and safety charges.

So it seems like it was just, like, truly a freak accident.