Today starts at the Devonshire cliffside resort of Lynton and Lynmouth

I start my walk with a ride, a ride down on the Lynton Cliff Railway to Lynmouth harbour. Here is a picture from the top in the cable car. Continue reading →

A miserable start to the day as I have to put on all my wet weather gear. But things improve as the day goes on.

I start with a five mile walk around Braughton Burrows. The rain was straight in my face. So with the hood of my jacket up and zipped over my chin, I found that my breath was steaming up the rain on my glasses. I ended up carrying my glasses, I couldn’t see with them on or off. If someone could invent ‘Stay Clear’ glasses they would make a fortune. Continue reading →

I follow the long, straight and flat old railway track called the Tarka Trail, the route taken by Tarka the Otter in a novel by Henry Williamson.

First of all, I watch a group of young people from the local sailing club in Appledore taking their boats out onto the river. Continue reading →

From the harbour of a steep village that clings to the cliff to the harbour that overlooks the estuary of the River Torridge.

As I entered the the steep cobbled streets of Clovelly, I could not help but notice sledges everywhere made of wooden runners and old bread baskets. Continue reading →

Today, I sadly leave Cornwall behind, but I’ll be back again and enter into Devon. I am already looking forward to the clotted cream teas.

Again the legs take a pounding as I make my way up and down coves and inlets. I think it’s this or the sea air is making me feel quite giddy. Continue reading →