The path at Countisbury runs behind the church, so we walk straight through the churchyard and out the other side.
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Lynton to Hunters Inn 29.8.19
Just half a mile up from our B&B is the Valley of the Rocks – ridges of grey granite along which visitors like to scramble. But the ridges are dead ends and not on our route, thank goodness.
Continue readingCombe Martin to Hunters Inn 28.7.19
Only 35 miles to Minehead! The end of the South West Coast Path – won’t be long now. Today, however I am stopping at Hunters Inn, hoping to take it easy for the rest of the day before heading back to London tomorrow.
Continue readingLee Bay to Woolacombe and Combe Martin to Ilfracombe 27.7.19
Very early next morning I am surprised to see people already up exploring the rock pools of Lee Bay.
Continue readingPutsborough Sands to Woolacombe and Ilfracombe to Lee Bay 26.7.19
Putsborough Sands is yet another long stretch of golden sand with an award winning beach cafe. An environmentally conscious affair, the food is presented in cardboard trays with wooden cutlery.
Continue readingVelator to Putsborough 25.7.19
The logistics of these walks are complicated. To make my walking life easier I try to winnow out things from my rucksack that I will not be needing during the day, leave them wherever I will be staying that evening and then walk back to where I started.
Continue readingBarnstaple to Velator 24.7.19
Back to the land of red telephones that actually work – not only one but two……..albeit tagged.
Continue readingClovelly to Hunters Quay 30.6.19
Clovelly has worked its charm on me and I cannot stop taking pictures.
Continue readingHorns Cross to Clovelly 29.6.19
Walking down the lane from Horns Cross towards the coast we meet the pink cottage again and it’s still empty. Like so many beautiful houses in Devon and Cornwall this is a summer let or holiday home.
Continue readingHartland Quay to Morwenstow 5.5.19
I have had Hartland Quay in my head for months and when we arrive after miles of driving down a narrow twisted track it does not disappoint. Round the back of the hotel, perched on the edge of the Atlantic Ocean, the jagged profiles of black granite cliffs slide into the sea. Perhaps due to its isolation, the atmosphere around the hotel reminds me of a ski station.
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