From the harbour of a steep village that clings to the cliff to the harbour that overlooks the estuary of the River Torridge.
These were for people to pull their goods and belongings up and down the street. I wondered if the young kids ever knicked them and used them for a white knuckle rides down the street.
As I was coming out of Bucks Mills, I met a man called Steve who was having a short break and walking from Minehead to Bude. He said his knee was playing up and was walking to Clovelly today. Well Steve, if you are reading this, take care and listen to your body. I hope you finish your walk.
Another man I met was Graham from Bucks Mill who was out walking his dog. He said he was the last of the ‘Braund’ family. I looked this up on the internet and the myth is that it’s a village of one surname. No outsiders were permitted to stay in the village, a very closed community.
The hills in Devon seem different from Cornwall. They tend to roll into each other more. By the time I got to Abbotsham Cliffs, I was fair feathered from all the ups and downs. I turned the headland and walked the path of the old railway line into Wesward Ho! Apparently, the only place in Britain with an Exclamation mark.