When I left you yesterday, we were in stand of tall trees that I tend to think as Live Oak trees. John said this expression meant nothing to him except the obvious one of an oak tree that was living and not dead. After a little online research, I found that there is a tree in the American south that is called a Live Oak,’ but they tend to be shorter and the limbs grow out more to the sides instead of up like in the last photo you can see here in yesterday’s post.
Since we ended the post with a foggy shot of a sheltering tree, I thought we also should begin with one today. When I saw the tree in the photo above, I wondered out loud about the way it reminded me of weeping willow type of tree that looked as if someone had given it a haircut. John promptly said that he suspected cows were the culprit and they’d likely chewed up as high as their necks could stretch. If you have a different theory I’d love to hear it.
Walking on we reached our destination, the village of Clovelly. This privately owned fishing village has the steepest streets I think I’ve climbed since moving to the UK. There are no cars in Clovelly, you have to walk. People use sleds or sledges as they say here to drag their belongings up and down the 400′ foot cliff that provides a home for a small community of people.
You can see a red sled in this photo … it’s kind of small compared to most of the others we saw.
I thought it was pretty interesting that the Methodist Chapel was next door to the pub.
The chapel popped with color especially after seeing the mostly white walls of the buildings that led to the doorway.
A forgotten communion glass.
Remember what I said about 400′ down … this was taken only part way.
Wear sensible shoes when you visit Clovelly and watch your step.
I’m not sure how they get the sledges or sleds over these speed bumps, but they do.
After hiking out of Clovelly and pausing to catch our breath, we did something we rarely do on our coast path walks, we went back the same way we came.
These boys were were super friendly almost to the point of allowing a head rub before they turned skitish.
This shot was hidden in the fog on yesterday’s post and when we began our late afternoon walk back to the car, we discovered we could see Clovelly Court.
Remember the shelter where we had lunch … it was so foggy we could only hear the sea, but on the way back we could also see it as the fog was completely gone.
Angel Wings, our sandwich stop.
This one’s for perspective. This is more of what we couldn’t see on our walk to Clovelly earlier in the day.
The gorse was everywhere giving off a scent that made the air smell faintly of coconut and we had view so gorgeous it was difficult to move on.
This is one of my favorites and even though it’s still a bit foggy in the distance, I like the look of the rocky coast.
Gifts Of The Journey 
I believe John is correct about the cows trimming the tree. Here, the arborvitae all have “nipped in waists” (as I call it), because the deer eat what they can reach.
I forgot to mention…fantastic photos, by the way. Thanks.
Thanks, Lani … I thought what he said made sense too. I’m glad you like the photos.
What an incredibly beautiful place.
We have live oaks here, too. And I’ve seen cows nibbling on trees before.
Angel head and wings – lovely. Hearing the sea – even more lovely.
Really beautiful photos. You live in a magical place!
It’s so gorgeous here, MJ that it would be difficult to take a bad photo. Thanks for leaving me a comment. It makes me smile to see you’d stopped by.
Elizabeth, you need to either 1) submit your work to a travel guide, or 2) create your own travel guide for the area and find a publisher or publish it yourself. Your photography is so beautiful, and if I were traveling in the region, I’d love to have your posts to guide my travels.
Suzanne, thanks for your generous compliment. I have thought about travel guides, but haven’t done more than reserve a domain name and think about it.
Well, stop pondering and take action, young lady! Really! I never knew such beautiful coastline existed until I started subscribing to your blog. You have a terrific talent for pointing out the little things that the rest of us would miss…..you make me want to travel there!
What a magical place! Thank you for sharing.
Thanks Helen. It is magical here … like living in a happy fairy tale.
Beautiful! I don’t suppose they have a huge number of tourists coming to stay in Clovelly, if there are no cars at all – most people would need somewhere to put theirs while they were there! But perhaps you just get outside to a flatter bit and there’s a car park full of all the tourists’ cars? 😉
Miriam, there are a couple of car parks at the top of Clovelly nicely presented and out of the way. The closest one is for the people who live there and there’s another one for visitors. I think it’s better to walk in and catch the amazing views along the way.
I love your photos and walks that you do with John, I hope when we retire that we have enough money to move down to Cornwall.
Thanks Tony, I hope you and your wife can move to Cornwall too when you retire. I see properties in a variety of prices so it might be easier than you think.
Your choice of photos and comments is classic. Keep up the great work.
These are places we did not see when visiting England so much enjoyed
Your images give such a great sense of place. The attention to the cobblestones, rooftops, the communion glass and places people meet. More, more, more. -Renee
Thank you for sharing your journey and beatuliful pictures of Clovelly. I went there when I first came to live in England more than thirty years agoe. Poor health prevents me from returning so to see such wonderful photgraphs is a real joy.