Clovelly
On our last day we decided to visit Clovelly a historical fishing town built on the side of a steep cliff. The harbour is at the bottom of a long cobbled street. Lots of alley ways and passages lead off from the the main lane as it snakes steeply downwards. Small dwellings have been turned into museums allowing us to glimpse into the past. The back and white photos could be recognised as the place is untouched. In the olden days they used donkeys to carry things up and down the cobbles. Nowadays they use sledges which is far less demanding on those poor animals. We saw a few kegs of beer come sliding past us making their way to the inn that was half way up. At the harbour Nigel mentioned that there was a waterfall nearby so we went in search of it. From the edge of the harbour we could see it further up the coastline so we headed off and explored.
There wasn't much of a beach but the tide was receding over smaller pebbles. As in Hartland the further up the shoreline the pebbles got larger. Tourists were stacking the smooth pebbles creating balanced towers. We hobbled over the boulders towards the cascading water and what a sight it was. This was the best waterfall yet - I thought so anyway. I got busy with my camera as the others began building one of those pebble tower things.
The tide had gone out far enough to reveal sand and people were starting to get their feet wet including Mark and Nigel who went for a paddle. It was a real nice setting, the harbour wall, the fishing trawlers and the beach it was like a cosy little hide away. It was time to get a bit of grub before we headed back up the steep hill to the car park. I forgot to mention, there was a fish mongers that sold a variety of sea life for consumption. We had cockles and the like before visiting the waterfall. Next door to the fishmongers was a pasty shop so we had one of those each on our return.
Marie got the Jeep back to that top as it was bad enough wheeling (carrying) the buggy down. It was onward and upward.
