Smeaton's Tower in red-and-white stripes standing alone at the edge of Plymouth Hoe, the Royal Citadel beyond, the Sound opening out flat under a peach summer evening, Drake's Island on the left and the South Devon coast running off into the pale distance. Singles past 50 here often have careers tied to the Royal Navy and Devonport, the universities, or the NHS, with grown kids who moved up the line or out to Cornwall. However you got here, the welcome is straightforward Devon.
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Plymouth members tend to start on the Hoe or in the Barbican. The Royal William Yard suits a slow lunch; Mount Edgcumbe across the water makes a half-day with the ferry. Devonport and Stoke each keep their own pubs and cafés. The South West Coast Path, Dartmoor, and the Roseland earn a Saturday once you've already met.