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Travel Blogs from Ilfracombe
... because we bought two umbreallas in a $1 shop!! Insurance.
Stopped off at a small cafe for a light lunch and found our waitress was from Bideford and her niece was married to a New (Lona's Bideford family) in Northam.
After we left Ilfracoombe in bright warm sunshine we headed through Coombe Martin and wound our way back to Barnstable and home.
Out last night ...
... booking out, we drove along the coast through the Colbone where we ran across the local gentry and their hounds on a hunt! Never mind the weather! We stopped to let them through and they were awfully grateful. With a heavy sea fret, almost rain! We drove on through Exmoor in Somerset. It is where the river Ex runs through the moors. The road runs along the coast, which you can see for quite a bit of the way ...
... altitude. Yes, I know that is impossible, but with the excitement and adrenalin of the last day, that is how it felt.
In Culbone Wood they had been cutting down the Rhododendrons big time. Some areas were devoid of trees, just dead Rhodies piled up like a natural rubbish tip. Though there were plenty of new shoots of Rhodies starting to fight back. Someone needs a lesson from the Glaswegians we met in The Whistle Field Inn at Loch Eck. ...
It was a bit of a grey start to the day, and cool morning; made all the worse because in the distance the sun was shining on Wales. There was a surprising amount of Tarmac to contend with at both the beginning and end of the day and a lot of switching between roads and path up to Coombe Martin, though near Watermouth work was just starting as I passed to take walkers off the road at high tide, which it was.
Then came the hard climb up Great ...
... and came home despite staying on the poshest site we had ever used in Croyde.
As I reached Saunton I was able to unzip my cag to breathe a little, and suddenly a group of walkers called to me. "You going back for something? Dropped your car keys? You’re going the wrong way" It was the 15 year walkers again to whom I had to explain my direction of running!
Giuli in the meantime had had a successful shop ...