​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.