Last evening Maslow's hierarchy of needs kicked in and we felt a quest for subantial healthy food was on. One hundred yards down the road was a bistro where Yolande and Steve were open for the first night of the season.
Yolande is Dutch and met Steve when he worked in Holland. A nice connection for me as I have some Dutch friends. Ruth and I opted for the vegetarian option and I sample the local Exmoor brew, "an excellent choice if I might say so".
Meanwhile back to the plot: Friday morning finds us in Lynton Harbour where we are startled by the rise and fall of the sea even an hour after high tide and there is a sturdy harbour wall.
Only council staff and delivery vans seem to be about at 9.30 a.m. as we head to The Valley of the Rocks ( other websites are available)....where we saw the goats. No, I am not kidding.
After a brief march on roads, a short cut through a copse soon has me bewildered as to our destination.
Steady walking in cool conditions and rising all the time eventually brings us to the dramatic Heddon's Mouth with its treacherous rocks and former harbour. The keen-eyed industrial archaeologists out there will recognise the lime kilns on the shoreline. Lime and coal was imported from Wales across the Bristol Channel.
And its time to head inland to The Hunters Inn and a prearranged lift. I expect you could tell we were like unburdened characters from a Bunyan allegory today.