hum that dune

In a successful effort to avoid another foot and body soaking, skipped ahead today via the little village of Abbotsham, but not before a quick wander around Clovelly in the relative sunlight of the morning.  The donkeys that traditionally pull the sledges of supplies up and down Clovelly’s steep and cobbled street are as friendly as the local, abundant cat population.


Our run took us back out to the coast, to Westward Ho!, the only town on our route to exclaim itself bodly thus.  From there a long, large loop around the dunes of Northam Burrows, a bit wind-sand stingy on the tops.  Then a swing right and southeast to follow the dual estuaries of the Rivers Taw and Torridge to Appledore.  Sadly, our final ferry crossing of this trip was cancelled due to high winds on the other side in Instow, but luckily the ferryman was on hand to generously offer us a lift in his ancient Land Rover via the Bideford bridge.