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|Ees on tee, mis muud|
Clovelly`sse sisenemine on tasuline, küla nagu muuseum. Järsust teest võib alla-üles liikuda omal jalal või eesliga, kui selleks vajadus või tahtmine. Paljud majadest on uudistajatele avatud kas kohviku, poe või näitusena.
Olin praktiliselt reisi algusest otsinud võimalust proovida Cornwallile ja Devonile traditsioonilist kerget einet, cream tea`d.
Edasi suundus tee Exmoori rahvuspargi poole. Tegime lühikese jalasirutuspeatuse Bidefordis ja suundusime ranniku poole, Lyntonisse.
|Meeste kompositsioon :)|
|Sõit tagasi Lyntonisse|
Lynton & Lynmouth moodustavad Exmoori matkamispealinna, kust saavad alguse või suunduvad mitmed matka- ja jalgratta rajad kesk võrratut Exmoori maastikku. Võiks plaani võtta ja kõigi reisiunistuste järjekorda panna :)
Ka see päev suundus vaikselt oma lõpu poole ja meil oli aeg sõita edasi Porlock`i.
|Rose Bank Guesthouse|
Viimane peatuspaik sellel päeval oli Porlock. Oma kaunist majutuskohast suutsin esimese hooga mööda sõita. Rose Bank Guesthouses`is tervitasid meid John ja Elaine, pensionieelikutest võluv paar. Miks mainin pensioni. John ütles järgmisel päeval meie lahkudes, et sooviks väga pensionile jääda, majutuskoha pidamisest loobuda ning laia maailma reisima minna (nemad seal lähevad pensionile ja reisivad, meil siin lähevad pensionile ja loevad sente, et toiduraha kokku saada. Masendav). Et kui meil on Eestis tuttavaid, kes tahaksid Porlockis majutuskohta pidama hakata, siis nende oma on pakkumisel. Vastuvõtt oli tõesti südamlik. Tuba asus kõige kõrgemal korrusel vaatega ookeanile. John pakkus kohe minu kohvrit tassima aga ehmatas selle raskuse tõttu, kas mul on seal keegi peidetud. Selleks hetkeks olin suutnud natuke üle 10 raamatu kokku osta.
Weather turns dodgy, the first raindrops hit the ground. Breakfast is plentiful, we can choose things from the buffet (cereals and such) and cooked breakfast is also served. A few joggers are within view and rain has gained strenght. With a surprise we discover that the houses from a distance have disappeared. Some time later the houses right next to Elements have also disappeared. Spooky. Feels like we are in a Stephen King book. Grey, heavy rain overflows the surroundings. I get suspicious, do we really have to spend our day in such weather. But as British weather goes, the rain ends by the time I have brushed my teeth. When we start driving, it is af nothing has happened.
|Sea festival singers|
Yarn-Bombing had actually ended approximately a week earlier but fortunately we were able to experience it too.Yarn-bombing meant adding knitted items to sometimes unexpected places.
And of course Clovelly was filled with flowers, lots and lots of flowers.
From there we headed towards Exmoor national park. We took a short break in Bideford and moved on to Lynton.
At first I thought to drive to Lynmouth because when I searched the towns from home with Google maps they seemed to be very close. Although their connection by railway was left unseen.
But being there I noticed from a local map that the distance between Lynton and Lynmouth is really short indeed and in walking distance. There were two possibilities to move down the gorge - walk or take the railway. We chose the first option. As Lynton is at the top of a gorge, the road to Lynmouth is really steep, the descent is 210 metres. I can only imagine how difficult it must be to walk down if the track is wet as it was hard enough in a dry weather.
We took the railway to get back to Lynton. The water-powered funicular railway has been in continuous use since 1890.
|Cliff Raiway car|
Lynton & Lynmouth is now widely acclaimed as the "Walking capital of Exmoor" as many walking trails pass there. It would an idea to go there again one day.
That day was coming to its end and it was our time to drive to Porlock.
|On our way to Porlock|
Soon we arrived in Porlock. I managed to miss our beautiful guesthouse at first. At Rose Bank Guesthouses we were greeted by a lovely couple, John and Elaine. John told us the next day when we were leaving that he would like to retire, give up guesthouse business and travel the world (pensioners there retire and travel, some pensioners here count cents to have enough to eat. Depressing). If we have acquaintaces in Estonia who would be interested in running a guesthouse in Porlock, Rose Bank is available.
|Rose Bank Guesthouse|
Reception was warm and friendly. Our room was on the top floor overlooking the ocean. John offered to carry my luggage and was surprised by its heaviness suggesting I had hidden someone. By that time I had bought over 10 books.
Porlock, as many smaller towns and villages, have one long main street. By the time we arrived, most were closed. We ate dinner at The Royal Oak. As there was enough time until high tide, I had time to walk to Porlock beach, crossing an interesting marsh.