Rain falling to the sea


Thursday was a very poorly structured day.  It started out well, as we drove to a near empty Clovelly, another place I visited as a child.  It hasn’t changed that much, although I don’t remember the (slightly tacky) gift shop at the top of the village.  The cobbles were a little wet so we gingerly made our way down the hill to the sea – the fact that there was no one around meant no one could laugh as I slipped about.  It started to rain a little when we got to the bottom, but we didn’t mind so much.  We wandered about the alleys, talking about a film that we could write about the residents of a historic village, and how they cope with tourist season.

On the way back up, we went in the Fisherman’s Cottage and the Kingsley Museum, which were again empty, and then stopped for a cream tea at the New Inn – a tiny place which we surely wouldn’t have been able to get a table in at high season.  Nothing else was really open but that was fine by us – we still had a lovely morning.

I hoped to pet a donkey back up the top but they were all out.  BOO!

Clovelly2Driving out of Clovelly, we then couldn’t decide what to do.  I knew we were near the town of Bideford so we thought we’d have a wander round there, but we could only find a pay and display car park and we didn’t have any change.  We then thought we’d try Barnstaple but as we pulled into the car park, it started tipping down with rain and we couldn’t bring ourselves to get out the car.

So, back to Coombe we went, stopping off at Atlantic Village again for a Costa and to pick up a book (as I hadn’t brought enough with me).  We quickly dropped in to see my parents – they were staying in Cornwall for an extra night whereas we were leaving on Friday so we thought we’d catch up with them to see what they had been up to since we saw them on Monday.  And also use their Wi-Fi.

My evening was then spent reading, and watching Husband build a fire.  It was an interesting experience, with me fearing for my books at one stage (it’s ok, he didn’t need to burn them in the end) and even though I was quite hot, I praised him on finally getting the logs alight after using an entire box of matches.


We woke up relatively early as we had a bit of tidying to do around the cottage before leaving at 10.  Hopefully we left it in good enough condition for them!  The drive back was insanely rainy so we were a little relieved to not be out and about that day.  We made it home in about 4 hours, and then the arduous catching up on housework began.

Every Day Should be a Holiday

Summerleaze huts

Summerleaze beach huts

Last week was our mini-break/week holiday combo to Cornwall, which sounds a bit odd but it’s the best way to describe our holiday of two parts.  The mini-break part was a weekend in a sleepy Bude cul-de-sac with my parents – they had rented a tardis-like bungalow with four bedrooms, three bathrooms and a cozy living room, so invited us to stay with them.  We drove down late on the Saturday and forced them to watch Strictly whilst breaking the reclining sofas (which I found hilarious).   Mum and I took a walk to the nearest Sainsbury’s and got soaked on the way back, whilst Husband and Dad fought with the Sky Go app to watch the Formula 1 qualifying.  No one can tell us we don’t know how to party.




We drove into Appledore with a van full of doggies and after settling my Dad and the dogs in a pub (with a coffee), we wandered briefly around the town, before returning to the Seagate pub for the most amazing fish and chips I have ever had in my life.  I’m giving serious consideration to driving down there every week for that same meal.  After this, we drove back down the little villages to Bude, stopping at the epically named Atlantic Village on the way (it was not epic).  They do have a Costa though, so it wasn’t all bad.  The evening was spent begging my Mother not to watch ITV3 and reading my Lena Dunham book.



Summerleaze Beach

Dad felt like a lazy day after all of his driving, so Mum, Husband, and I took a walk into Bude which was about a mile down the road.  We sauntered down Belle Vue looking in all the shops which I bet are packed with people in summer.  We stopped for a coffee in a lovely coffee shop and chatted – we could have stayed there all afternoon, but my Mother was on a mission to add to her RNLI bear collection (don’t ask) so off to Summerleaze Beach we went.  It was practically empty, but it was such a beautiful fresh day.  Eventually, Mum realised she’d have to get back to Dad, and Husband and I would need to get going on to the next part of our holiday, so we made our way back to their bungalow.