I had wanted to capture the beauty of this old fishing village – now a popular tourist attraction – for a long time. My feeling was that, in the right light, it could be North Devon's answer to the Cinque Terre. But to catch the light you have to choose the right time of year and a clear morning. Since it's north-east facing, that right time of year is late Spring, when the sun rises early. So one Sunday morning in early May this year, I was up at 4am to drive the 20 miles from Barnstaple in the hope of getting lucky. Was I? Read on to find out.
My first concern on arrival was whether I'd actually be able to get into Clovelly in the first place. It's a living museum, for want of a better term, so access during the day is through a turnstile after paying a £7 admission fee. Fortunately for me, the side gate is left open overnight, so my way down was clear. I looked for a box in which I could make a donation, incidentally, but to no avail. Walking down the hill, just a solitary cat stirred.
A couple of detail shots...
With the day firmly broken, it was time to retrace my steps up the hill, admiring the floral displays on my way: