My earliest memory of Devon is being lost, and my mum crying. We were popping in and the directions were something like, Turn left after South Zeal. After an hour, my mum burst into tears and denounced a fellow human being. We don't know where we are. Nobody does. This sounded serious to me. There were no mobile phones... only a large spiral-bound map of the entire country. Years later, I returned to Devon, now synonymous with being found and loved.