Celebrating 50: A Birthday Getaway in Totnes

A week on Sunday and I will be in a Devon Town called Totnes for a birthday get away. It’s my 50 birthday and so I wanted to do something different and hopefully memorable in a positive way. It will be the first time that I have stayed as a guest on holiday since going to Ireland with my Dad in 2024 for St Patricks day. Although its just a train ride down the track rather than a flight or a ferry it means a lot to me to try and get away and do something a little different.

Totnes is a historic and vibrant market town in South Devon, England, located on the River Dart. Renowned for its bohemian counterculture and focus on sustainability, the town features a steep High Street lined with independent boutiques, ethical restaurants, and wholefood cafes, sitting in the shadow of a medieval castle.

I’m really looking forward to getting there. I went and did a little recce (reconnaissance) a few weeks ago to decide whether or not I really wanted to go and stay there and loved the place and area and even took a look and had a meal and a pint at the pub that I will be staying in. Though it will be hot I hope to find places to keep my cool while there.

I have also ordered a t-shirt that I hope arrives in time to take with me which is a dragon singing design that I am having made up.

Front of new designed t-shirt
Back of new ordered t-shirt

Being the first holiday with out my dad will be strange and also running into my 50 year while there will be strange to. if any one asked me how life is I could turn around and say yes not to bad thank you. I am grateful to presently have good mental health and not to bad physical health. I enjoy the company of good friends and also have close friends to call on when I need or want to. Social life is pretty good and though work can be a challenge I work with good people that help me get the job done.

Nothing is perfect nor should it be but it would have been nice to have had a chance to have another relationship / partner or something like that by now – the thought still somewhat terrifies me but it would still be nice to try again. I really think I would never have the energy or mental well being to have had children but most people that I meet that are single and want to mingle have been there and got the t-shirt of parenthood already so that pressure is not really on me or any potential partner.

Some friends have been busy getting in and out of relationships or sorts this year and I have been happy for them but also hoping I get to give it a try again at some time too but most likely will continue to tick along as I am. I am a nightmare hoping for the right person at the right time in the right place. Well we do live learn and love!

Don’t you worry child (Radio Edit) – Swedish House Mafia, John Martin

6 year Blogiversary


On February 2020 I started my huwspace.com blog and have had a great deal of enjoyment expressing myself on this site. With music, thoughts and films that are close to my heart that express who I am and write about my perspective on what is going on in my life and in the world. 2020 onwards has been a crazy time really and the 2020’s decade has been one in which so much has happened it’s like the world is going too fast and there is no chance of jumping off at all as we are here for the ride or until our song stops being written or sung.


My mental health has been at times a challenge to during this time. It’s sometimes difficult to know who I am where I fit in and where I belong. This year I am 50 in July a milestone if ever there was one. I have lived in my home now since 2012 in Exeter and it really is a home and base for me which I important to me. I was born in Wales in 1976 and first moved to Devon in 1982 to the village of Spreyton a place which has been a home from home. Though I know I am Welsh and love watching Wales play rugby I also feel strongly a part of Devon due to the roots I have put down here and friends made too.


Being the youngest Edwards in Devon now at what feels like a ripe old age of 49 is a strange experience to have my mum and me enjoy our life here but it feels sad that we are the last parts of the family that moved to Devon left here. It is a wonderful place which I feel very grateful to be living and would not want to live anywhere else for sure.

Sit down by the fire – The Veils

Spreyton a village of Devon

I watched the Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring again recently and it just reminded me of what an absolutely wonderful film that it is.

I have not watched it in what must be nearly 10 years and there are so many little magical moments etched on my memory such as the scene below where they arrive at Bree.

There’s talk of strange folk abroad

The whole Hobbiton in the shire storyline really does make me think of what my own County of Devon and Village of Spreyton where I grew up might have been like had we in an imaginary  alternative reality grown up in middle earth.

Spreyton has its own folk songs and stories such as that of Uncle Tom Cobley and all! A folk song about a resident of Spreyton who set off with a number of people from Spreyton to Widecome on the other side of Dartmoor to get to Widencombe Fair.

There is a print of the song and story below and my Dad has one of these prints hanging in his home

Next is a photo of a what is known as Devon long house, this one is called Stockhay Cottage and was where I live for some of my time when in Spreyton.

Stockhay Cottage

Stockhay was given a Grade II listing in 1988. The Historic England description is as follows:

Grade II. House, formerly small farmhouse and linhay. Mid-late 17th century farmhouse, mid 19th century linhay, modernised circa 1970. Plastered cob and stone rubble; stone rubble stack topped with 20th century brick; thatch roof.

The thatched roof once nealy caught alight when my father put some logs in the fire that got to hot and set the chimney, the fire brigadge were called and came out and prevented the fire from setting fire to the thatched roof. 

The property was also one in which had plenty of wildlife around it. We would have hornets that would nest in the thatch and also bats that would be living up in the roof space too.

I also have a photo of Spreyton from the air, as you can quickly see it is surrounded by fields, wildlife, farms and greenery.

Spreyton from the air

The first mention of Spreyton is in the Domesday Book of 1086, where it is called Espreitona or Spreitone. The name is Anglo-Saxon and means “settlement in the brushwood” (from spraeg (brushwood) and tun (settlement or farm). Spraeg has also given us the modern word “spray”, as in a spray of flowers. The Anglo-Saxons settled Devon in around 700 AD. Spreyton may well have been chosen by one of those early settlers as the site for establishing a farm – although it is not inconceivable that it was a Celtic settlement before then.

The settlement would probably have started as a single farm. Dependants and labourers would have settled nearby and other families would have joined them, leading eventually to the typical Devon village with a central settlement surrounding a church and a series of scattered hamlets and farms.

Spreyton Church

Ode to my Family – The Cranberries