Summer in Devon - Watermouth Bay

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 I thought I heard rain in the night but wasn’t sure, and slept right through till 7.30. Ians turn to see to Misty so I pulled the quilt back over my head till the kettle boiled. Apparently the cows were back, and closer still. On rising I noticed a mozzi bite on my leg. Just one. A result after all the shenanigans of yesterday. Ian had none. After a breakfast of porridge outside in the sunshine, and another chat with our friend who once met Gary Lineker at a party, we began to prepare for departure. The Dutch had left before dawn, and a black campervan that was there when we arrived had also departed. I wandered over to take a photo from the edge of one of many horses fields.


View over horsefield to the Malverns




Our mates and us

Amazingly, we were ready for departure by 11am. It would take us three hours to reach our next destination of Watermouth Bay Camp Site in between Combe Martin and Ilfracombe in North Devon. We stopped at the lovely Gloucester services but got shouted at by a caravanner who’s space we had ‘taken’, so carried on to Nasty Bridgenorth services where there were multiple bays for motorhomes, and caravanners. Ian had a Cornish pasty. He is on holiday after all. The last leg of our drive took us right through the middle of Combe Martin, where it’s optional to obey double yellow lines on narrow streets. Around 3.30 we rolled up at the campsite to find a note on the door of reception. They closed at 3pm but there was a sheet with all the pitch numbers on for new arrivals. Great! F2 for us. There was a tent snugly pitched on F2. Not so great. Luckily I spotted a cleaner who phoned the owner. Should’ve been G3. Never mind. We esconsed ourselves on G3 and settled in for a cuppa. 



Pitch G3

 Watermouth Bay is a lovely site right by the harbour. The top field has sea views but we are in the sheltered valley. It has a great, but very hilly, dog exercise area. And goats. The goats are in a steep field behind us and keep rolling down the hill and jumping about. As we peacefully drank our tea a baby started crying in the caravan behind the hedge. A small dog began yapping nearby. And the young lad in the tent across from us, although all alone, had his whole friends and family on speakerphone continually. 
We decided to go for a walk, down to the harbour and along to a point called The Warren. As we neared the end it reminded me of the islands off Thailand. So scenic. Then up to the massive dog field where we had sea views all around.


Watermouth harbour


Ian on The Warren




The end of the path





The harbour from The Warren



From the top of the dog field

Back at Dame Shirl I threw together a tea of quiche, sweet potato, rice and onions, as we sipped on G and Ts. By then it was starting to get a bit chilly!! So we retired to watch England win 7-0. Then we toiled back up to the dog field and saw the sun set. 



OS watch





Neighbour watch

Despite our worries, the baby stopped crying, the dog stopped barking, and the lonely boy went off to bed early. By the time we walked Misty the campsite was silent and peaceful. The goats were still rolling around though. 

Comments

  1. Heather20 June 2023 at 08:09

    Watch out for the goats Jackie

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  2. Anonymous21 June 2023 at 00:19

    They are well fenced in thankfully

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