We met in Lynmouth, a town that survives on fudge shops and tea rooms. The Big Town, where there is a bit of a grocery store and a pharmacy, is Lynton to which you can ascend by means of a funicular that works on a weight system. When one car goes up the other car comes down. The trip takes about two minutes. Fun! Dinner at The Sunrise Hotel, the hot spot in town, where the waiter kept addressing me as Madam, pronounced in the French style!
Next morning taxied to Simonsbath, whence we walked about 13 miles back to Lynmouth. I would have been a wreck to have walked this on my own because a couple of significant stretches are over the moor (which makes sense, since the walk is the last leg of the Two Moors Way), so, no path. And what sinage there was was quite poor. There were a couple of swollen streams to cross, too. Both Ruth and Paul are good navigators, but Paul has an Ordnance Survey+quasi GPS on a Tablet, which fits into a leg pocket of this pants. Very impressive and useful. Needless to say, we did not get lost.
After tea at Watersmeet National Trust Tea House, we went on to other explorations, namely a Ravine whose water is used to generate hydroelectric power. On the way up we saw this:
Guess what it is.
Nearby was a baby redwood, one of two in the park:
To go in or not to go in?
Just so you know that there was lots of water rushing down and very beautiful looking it was:
After good bye, and the hint of the possibility of a plan for Ruth to meet me at the end of the walk—I do hope she will be able to—(Paul is signed up for a 10K), they left to visit family and I set out for Combe Martin. But here you must know that these posts are possible because with great patience and skill, Paul figured out how to get photos to upload. I am so happy!!
The walk was tough but gorgeous, with a surprising variety of scenery and weather! Hot and humid for five minutes, then blustery and cold, then spitting rain. On with the gear and off with the gear. That sort of thing really slows a body down!
This name must have a backstory:
Could it be this?
Clouds looking as if they are coming up from the earth, but a few minutes after admiring them, freezing rain fell, so apparently they originated in their usual place:
The summit of the Great Hangman duly noted:
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Tonight I have the treat of staying at a super nice B and B, Blair Inn. The couple who run it are extraordinarily generous and kind, the room, the whole place, in fact, is comfortable and very pleasant, and Rachel, the wife of the pair is a five star cook, so dinner was delicious. Then Nick, the husband of the duo, supplied me with maps and copied directions for my walking stage tomorrow, after my daily packet vanished. (Don't ask.)
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