I take in the small fishing harbour of Ilfracombe with the statue of Verity, an allegory of truth and justice, looking out to sea.
After a bit of road walking, detours around headlands, passing through campsites which looked as if they had not opened up for the season yet, I eventually head into Combe Martin.
I got embroiled with a funeral party that was gathering in the car park, hearse as well.So I waited a few moments while they set off. Probably a good job I rested because I had a big climb out of Combe Martin up Little Hangman and then onto Great Hangman.
After a long trek all the way down to the famous pub called Hunters Inn I stopped for my lunch. After this I took the road and a long stiff climb up to Martinhoe and continued past Lee Abbey, a Christian retreat and conference centre.
I walked through the Valley of Rocks in wet and misty conditions. Probably quite impressive on a bright day when you pass through in your car but to me after a long day in these conditions it seemed a desolate place.
I walked into Lynton and a kind lady let me, all wet and dripping, into her coffee shop where I peeled off all my wet weather gear. I then tucked into coffee, scrambled egg and toast while I waited for a bus.