Woolacombe, the next stage’s end, is a black hole for accommodation and there’s no buses today on Easter Sunday so I’m have a “nero” day of just 6 miles to Ilfracombe.
It was a gorgeous day for meandering: bright sun, brisk wind, good views, little bays, wildflowers. Lots of walkers out to chat with and friendly dogs to pat.








Lots of tourists wandering the inner harbour at Ilfracombe. I went out to see Verity, climbed up to the church/lighthouse behind, stood in line for my fish & chips, and window-shopped my way to my BnB.



I took myself out for a nice Easter dinner at a nearby hotel. It turned out to be similar to a Fawlty Towers for Pensioners, lol. The food, however, was very good and I came back to have a Cadbury Easter Crème Egg for dessert.

