730 days
Two years, it doesn’t seem like a particularly long time, and yet when you’ve spent that significant chunk of your life with someone, it’s an important milestone. A and I have longed to get away and escape the monotony of everyday life and escape for a few blissful days so got busy googling. On a penny pinching budget, we found a fantastic deal for just £35 a night where we could have our own lodge, equipped with everything we could possibly hope for at Woodford Bridge. The website said that it should have been £145 per night and was reduced for a February offer – amazing bargain! No wonder we couldn’t resist booking off Monday from work to indulge in a 3 night break away in sunny (or not so sunny as it turns out…) North Devon.
Somewhere we’ve been talking about going to for ages is the little seaside village of Clovelly. It was a blustery and grey Saturday in February but the weather didn’t deter us too much. Nearly being put off by the £6.75pp charge just to park and enter the village (something I didn’t even realise villages could do and which seemed quite extortionate for the season), I’m glad we decided to continue down the sloping cobbled hill and explore the area. *Hint: choose more sturdy shoes than black dollies to walk down a road made entirely from cobbles…lesson learnt…
Clovelly is a quaint village brimming with little cottages nestled snugly side by side up the hill. For such a steep landscape, over the years that the village was built up, the space has been maximised to its full potential and locals have adapted their lifestyles to suit the slope – for instance, outside every house there were wooden and wire sledges for transporting goods up and down the cobbles. There’s nothing nicer than a morning enjoying boats, crab pots, a harbour wall and the low swish of waves crashing on a pebbled shore.
Our adventure to Clovelly was charming, and what nicer way to spend our 730th day together. The rest of the weekend involved some amazing food, a huge amount of sea foam, being blown off cliffs and a tiny wooden hut with an amazing history, but I’ll have to include that in a Part II…