Our Devon Holiday 2015 - Kicking the Weather's Ass
We're back! Apologies for the lack of blogging last week, I intended to post at least once and be just as active on social media but who was I kidding? I may have even stuck to it if the meddling campsite had decent wifi or mobile internet. Besides that, we all had a pretty good time; There were lots of ups & a few downs (mainly the weather for the first couple of days and A spiking the most random 40° temperature of all time) but overall, getting away was fab.
Lynton & Lynmouth
The weather was pretty awful the day we visited Lynton & Lynmouth but we made the most of it by riding the cliffside railway (a little terrifying) and Archie, by splashing in huge puddles whilst wearing his only set of clothes (fashionably terrifying). Even though the weather was dull, the town is beautiful and the views are amazing. We hid from the showers in a local pub, stuffed our faces with roast dinners and dove in and out of the cute local shops.
The Valley of Rocks
Mum & Dad had stayed in Lynton a few year previous and Dad raved about a cliffside walk we had to do, so off we went (Mum, pretty unenthusiastically) as the weather had decidedly brightened and we weren't ready to head home to our humble caravan quite yet. Though beautiful, it was also pretty scary and little A was strapped to his pram at all times as there was no way he would've made it round without tippling off of the cliff (though he might've been taken in by a rogue mountain goat).
For anyone intending to take the walk in future, it's totally worth it, but check the weather. It's a long walk and we managed to get caught in the rain half-way round so that by the time we reached the small cafe in the middle, we were pretty drenched through (and Mother was not a happy bunny, though I'm sure it cheered her up no end to find out there was one rickety old toilet, located outside).
Bar the wet, I loved the walk and the character of the gorgeous little cafe we visited for afternoon tea; In the dull, wet valley and in the middle of nowhere, it felt like we were lost in some sort of fantasy novel, helped by the fact that they have an effigy of a witch flying on her broomstick in one of the ancient old trees (and a man made out of plant pots in the other).
A couple of days later, we decided to drive to Ilfracombe for the day; the weather had cheered right up (along with my Mother, after her very wet & windy 3 mile walk, two days previous) and Mr J and Finley had finally arrived the evening before (they joined us late as Mr J had to work). Ilfracombe is another beautiful little harbour, jam-packed with fish & chip shops and ice-cream parlours (and a crumbly fudge shop - try the Pimm's and honeycomb flavours, nom).
We stopped for food in a quirky seaside restaurant and it was delicious (though I've no idea why I ordered sausage for myself and fish fingers for Archie - that was deftly switched) and we saw Verity up close; a 65ft bronze and stainless steel sculpture created by Damien Hirst as an allegory for truth & justice.
Unfortunately, whilst channeling my inner photographer and taking some shots of A on the beach, the sea caught us off-guard and I ended up walking back barefoot (though I managed to hitch a piggy-back ride most of the way) and A with a new pair of Croc's (I used to hate them, but they're so great for the beach!).
We visited the small town of Westward Ho! on the way back from somewhere (lost track), as we all have fond memories of past holidays. Mr J and I visited as kids (separately, obviously) and it's where Mum & Dad had their first ever holiday, a few months after meeting. We lounged around, had some ice-creams splattered with every flavour sauce imaginable and unfortunately Mr J kicked a ball into a someones bits and he wasn't very happy to say the least, probably partly due to the fact that Mr J was keeled over with laughter, oh dear.
After a morning on the beach later on in the week, we decided to drive down to Bideford for a wander; we bumped into a small fair and spotted a family catching some crabs along the bay so A got to have a look at one up close, though wasn't entirely amused. Unfortunately, we didn't have time to pop into my favourite place, Crabby Dicks..
It was nice to get a few shots of Mr J, A and I as a family (Finley would've been involved, but he was throwing an epic teen sulk) and of A and I (I'm not entirely comfortable in front of the camera these days).
On the final day, we headed to Woolacombe beach as the weather was finally awesome and unbeknownst to us, Woolacombe has the number 1 beach in the whole of the UK. Unfortunately, the sea was out a fair way (though it was barely even cold which was nice) and A had a
teeny huge strop on our return, but he soon cheered up when he spotted his bucket & spade (and another huge ice-cream).
Last year, we found A slipped back into routine on our return alot faster than this year which I didn't expect, I suppose it's something to do with him becoming pretty aware that on holiday he got to stay up as late as he wanted. We're on day 3 of being home now and tonight's the first night he's gone to bed as smoothly as before, so it has been manageable and of course, totally worth it to get away with our little family and have such a great time.