Odd place, Clovelly (cloVELly).
Privately owned town. No cars allowed. Entrance through a Visitors Center at the top of the hill (non-residents pay to enter - we didn't have to as we are staying the night at the Red Lion Hotel.)
Town is a postcard. Teeny, tiny cobblestoned lanes w/whitewashed stone cottages stuck on the sides of hills and paths. Spring gardens blooming. Each cottage has a large sled (5-6 feet long, 3 feet across with wooden runners w/ basket sides) to get goods and supplies up and down the narrow, step paths.
Quaint and weird.
Fishing is the industry (protected harbor.)
Sitting now in our Red Lion Hotel room overlooking the ocean.
Handing the computer to R.
My pics to come later.
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