From Clovelly I went a few miles west towards Hartland Quay. When I was planing my trip I saw this place on Google Maps. It’s perched right on the coast.
However it was a few months before taking the trip that I looked for places to go. I thought Clovelly would take up my whole day, so I knocked Hartland Quay off my list and forgot about it. On this day I was due at the new campsite at 1900hrs, I thought Clovelly would take me most of the day but I was finished just after 1300hrs.
So I needed somewhere else to go, as I would be heading passed Bude, I decided to go there. But as I drove out of Clovelly I saw a sign for Hartland, and as it was vaguely familiar I went there instead. As I got closer there were signs for Hartland Quay, at this point I’m not aware that it was somewhere I had looked at; I fully expected to end up looking at yachts!
It wasn’t until I arrived, that I had a Eureka moment, and I realised this was where I wanted to visit. There are several car parks, I parked in the bottom one overlooking the sea. I had a sandwich in the pub, an ice-cream and a look in the museum; which is about the shipwrecks in the area, including on the very bit of coastline I could see with my own eyes.
This is the view from a car park above the pub, that’s the roof at the bottom of the photo.
Suitably fed & watered I made for Bude. I’ve mentioned previously that I was using my satnav to negotiate the (mostly B) roads here, and although I’ve complained about it, it did come in useful a few times.
I was on one such B road to Bude when I came upon an accident, I don’t think it had long happened and looked amicable. It did throw me though, and I stopped for about 30 seconds wondering what on earth I do next! Thankfully there was a field gate on my left, so I was able to do a 3 point turn and go back the way I came. On the way I passed a Police car heading towards the scene.
So I’m now on a detour to Bude and the satnav I’m sure is sentient and determined to have some fun with me, and is telling me to turn left at every available opportunity into ever shrinking roads. I politely refuse and it ‘recalculates’ until I have no option but to turn left, and I end up on a road (to give it its basic description) heading across deserted moorland before finally, and with a cheer, emerging onto the A39; a road with two sides and proper markings!
This is the road I was on:
Bude is another place I visited in my early teens; I remember playing tennis on a grass court there.
As I drove in it didn’t look familiar, until I got to the main car park, and it all looked familiar; the car park, the river and the street up the hill with all the touristy shops, which no doubt fascinated the teenage-me but they all seem a bit tacky now!
Trip down memory lane complete, it was time for campsite number 3 and putting up a soggy tent.