We take a bus, which is a 45-minute ride through spectacular countryside, to Lynton, a tiny village that sits right along the South West Coast Path. Our first stop is a little cafe that has wi-fi and cream teas. Now we're in Devon and are eating Devon clotted cream, as opposed to Cornish clotted cream. Not sure I can tell; they're both delish.
We say a fond farewell to the Abbey and proceed carefree along the shortcut path, thinking of the tea and lunch and scones waiting at the restaurant back in Lynton. Suddenly, the shortcut makes a sharp turn way sooner than we expected. Shouldn't we be headed to the other side of the hill? Doesn't the trail go around the cliff so we see the sights on the other side?
Except that the trail starts heading back up again. This time we refuse to go along. There is a path leading down—which is the only direction we plan on going—and the "private" sign on the gate leading to the path is not stronger than our determination to go down and not up and we climb over both gate and sign and keep going.