On our last day we decided to visit Clovelly a historical fishing town built on the side of a steep cliff. The harbour is at the bottom of a long cobbled street. Lots of alley ways and passages lead off from the the main lane as it snakes steeply downwards. Small dwellings have been turned into museums allowing us to glimpse into the past. The back and white photos could be recognised as the place is untouched. In the olden days they used donkeys to carry things up and down the cobbles. Nowadays they use sledges which is far less demanding on those poor animals. We saw a few kegs of beer come sliding past us making their way to the inn that was half way up. At the harbour Nigel mentioned that there was a waterfall nearby so we went in search of it. From the edge of the harbour we could see it further up the coastline so we headed off and explored.
There wasn't much of a beach but the tide was receding over smaller pebbles. As in Hartland the further up the shoreline the pebbles got larger. Tourists were stacking the smooth pebbles creating balanced towers. We hobbled over the boulders towards the cascading water and what a sight it was. This was the best waterfall yet - I thought so anyway. I got busy with my camera as the others began building one of those pebble tower things.