Whizzing down the hills, green country fields flashed past. A breeze flowed through my hair. My heart rate was returning to normal. I was cycling the route 27 back to Barnstaple from the sleepy beach town Ilfracombe. Knowing what was in store having done the journey in reverse, I left Ocean Backpackers hostel at 8... Continue Reading →
Keen to make the most of my day in Devon I ventured out bright and early to embark on a hike. I decided to follow the South West Coastal Route from Ilfracombe (where I am staying) to Woolacombe. Approximately 8 miles. The trail began behind Ilfracombe's village museum and theatre. From there it was extremely... Continue Reading →
As I stood waiting for my train at London Paddington Station, I had a light bulb moment. Instead of taking the bus for an hour from Barnstaple Station to my hostel, why not cycle? I quickly googled bike rentals in Barnstable and phoned the first one. A gentleman picked up and told me he had... Continue Reading →
White cliffs stood tall in the distance. They jutted out into the light blue sea. Despite being made of chalk, they didn't look as if they were about to crumble any time soon. They looked still. Yet, earlier that morning in the Seaford tourist office the lady on duty warned me to stay well clear... Continue Reading →
We are going on a bear hunt 