We’ve said Goodbye to Cornwall and to our last fellow walker, Dennis, in Bude and got on a bus that brought us to Clovelly in North Devon. Clovelly is a peculiar little village. The first town I’ve been to where I had to pay an entrance fee. It’s been conserved beautifully, with cobbled streets and century old buildings. The streets are so steep, that they can’t be used by cars, so everything has to be brought there with sleys….
I am beginning to feel guilty about using public transport so much. But then, the weather has played a lot of tricks on us the past couple of days. Again. We had a bit of everything. Sunny and warm, cloudy and foggy, rainy and storm. After we had said Goodbye to Ray, who had been accompanying us for three days, we took the ferry to cross over to Rock, and then walked to Polzeath. From there on, so our…
In Perranporth I went to a hairdresser to finally get my hair cut again. The last time I had done that was four months ago in New Orleans, where I had visited a barber shop – resulting in an Army-style short haircut and a deep trauma that prevented me from getting my hair cut ever since then… But that’s a different story. So I finally got over that trauma before it could develop into a full-grown phobia and saw…
