It’s been that time of year again; a birthday, and a holiday. I’d really like enough holiday to split the working year into quarters with two-week holidays in between… who am I kidding, I want life to be a holiday!
What the hell, here’s how it went.
The camping part
We had a really good week off and I had a brilliant birthday, went camping in north Devon last Sunday (that’d be April, not 4th May). Stayed between Woolacombe and Ilfracombe in a tiny village called Mortehoe. The journey down started off sunny, then it was rain, sun, rain, sun, rain, sun, rain… and we arrived at the campsite in fog… well, at least it wasn’t raining when we were putting the tent up. There were four pubs in walking distance, but the food in all of them was pretty lousy, and there was nowhere else to eat without driving somewhere, but that was the only let down. The scenery is great, big cliffs, Atlantic waves bashing against them, all very rugged and manly.