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Travel Blogs from Martinhoe
... allotment keeping him very busy and Rose is showing her age a close to 90.
Sharon has organised a family reunion dinner for Saturday night which will see a cast of thousands with all of John and Maureens kids and grand kids,not sure of numbers but it will be a crowd.
Today the weather vis a bit grey looking, but dry!!
Dave & Lona.
... 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 ...
... perhaps we shouldn’t go there! Discuss.
Tiny Culbone church at the end of the woods is a real pretty place, the country’s smallest complete church in a tiny combe. Then it was down to the Porlock marshes which are a real contrast and Bossington at the eastern edge of the marshland is a very attractive village before the climb up the side of Bossington Hill
Adrenalin’s still up.
The day seemed to fly by. It went much ...
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 ...
... me up from a free car park this time and drove to Hele Bay just past Ilfracombe, where my first climb was up Hillsborough overlooking Ilfracombe. The harbour and town looked really pretty form here, I was shocked. Ilfracombe always seemed to look as though it had seen better times. Never in the same desperate league as Westward Ho! mind, just a bit down at heel. But here it was, looking as attractive as any harbour town I had come across, if ...