Westward Ho! To Clovelly
For the past two days the weather forecast for today has been suggesting a chance of rain. We wake up to find that chance has materialised. The road outside is wet. More rain is promised for the rest of the morning.
At breakfast, Sam has his iPad out and looks up maths puzzles. I can tell today’s walk will be one to savour. Continue reading
Instow to Westward Ho!
Instow has a pleasantly nautical air, with sailing boats rooted in the low-tide mud, and a wide expanse of yellow sand. The town is pretty, with a parade of pastel-shade villas along the waterfront, many with boldly-coloured shutters. A cricket pitch perches above the estuary. Everyone seems to have a wet dog, and knows everyone else.
Barnstaple to Instow
It has taken longer than I expected, but finally we set out to resume the coastal trek. This time I have company: my son Sam, making his long-distance footpath debut. His proud mother takes a picture of us as we leave the house.
Now taller than Dad. And thinner.