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.