We take the 9 am bus to Bucks Mill, where we are confident we can easily find the coastal path. The bus lets us out here. We know from our guidebook that the path is 3/4 mile downhill. Downhill is good.
Lots of cute houses as we head down to the coast.
Ha! This is why you actually look at the map in your backpack. This is obviously not the coast path. So back up we trudge. Sigh.
We find the missed sign.
We can see water once in a while, but mostly we're in the woods.
We leave the woods, cross a field, go back into the woods, come back out, go back in. This goes on for quite some time.
Finally! We see Clovelly. According to our guidebook, the tiny village is 65 minutes away—based on the speed of the hiker who wrote the book, of course.
The view as we head down into the village—toward drinks and food and sightseeing and that wonderful feeling that you get from a long arduous walk.
Cars are not allowed in Clovelly, and it's so steep that the residents and shop owners use sleighs to drag their groceries and supplies down the tiny cobbled passageways.