The exclamation mark is genuinely part of the name Westward Ho!
About half of this walk was through wooded areas, where we could hear the sea but couldn’t see it, though the views from the cliffs were spectacular. We knew we had to go around the last headland, which was always JUST there ahead of us, but we had no idea how many times the path went down to the coast then back up then back down. Thanks to Fitbit, we now know that there are 134 flights to be climbed on this path, although it sure feels like more.
About half of this walk was through wooded areas, where we could hear the sea but couldn’t see it, though the views from the cliffs were spectacular. We knew we had to go around the last headland, which was always JUST there ahead of us, but we had no idea how many times the path went down to the coast then back up then back down. Thanks to Fitbit, we now know that there are 134 flights to be climbed on this path, although it sure feels like more.
From Westward Ho! we catch a bus to Instow, where we stop at the pub frequented by locals and their dogs, gulp down a couple strong drink, and devour a huge plate of steamed veggies and a small plate of fish & chips. On the 15-minute bus back to Barnstable I ponder what to do first at our B&B: eat the delightful confectionary that will be waiting for us or soak in an epson salt bath. I go back and forth in my mind because this is no small decision; both are hugely important. In the end I eat the treat while waiting for the bath to fill, which seems the most efficient use of time and I am nothing if not efficient.