​Right now it is 2pm and we are sitting in this pub in Lee, having walked an up-and-down three miles from Ilfracrombe. We are tired and would love to quit but as there are no more buses from Lee today, we will have to walk on to Mortehoe. This is the kind of thing that happens when you don't bother with bus schedules.

Parts of the Grampus Inn date back to the 1300s.

​Onward to Mortehoe. Lots and lots of ups and downs.

​Looking back. We came from way over there around the farthest headland...

...and are heading way over there, as far as you can see the trail. We're hoping it ends there.

You never quite know what to expect on a hill like this. Will the path go down? Will the ​town be below? Will there be an escalator?

It's a lighthouse!

Around here somewhere, according to the guidebook, is a little side path that takes us into the town, and to a cafe, and to our bus stop, and to our room, and so to bed.

We find the path and finally! Mortehoe!

Lovely houses and cute little streets and only a cream tea because we are too early for dinner but as the last bus comes at 5:20 and we're famished, we eat what we can.

I would love more time to explore this teeny tiny village. Actually, we will have to come back as we need to walk the other direction. Cool.