Twas a bright and sunny morning, a nice change from the misty, humid starts of the previous few days.

It was an easy pedestrian path to Hope Cove then a bit of woods before the exposed fields around Bolt Tail (! ❤️ the names). According to the sign there’s remains of an Iron Age fort occupied 300 BC – 50 AD but beyond the ditch & wall it’s pretty much hidden by vegetation.

After turning left at the fort and huffing up a short climb it was a long, flat path along the cliff popular with Sunday morning walkers.

The rest of the walk was a smorgasbord of the best of the Path: steep valleys, hidden coves with crashing waves, jagged cliffs, emerald water, dramatic views, and a taste of quiet woods. If you don’t want to walk 630 miles you can just do these four!

Salcombe was hiding round a corner down the Kingsbridge estuary. The skies closed in and a bit of rain fell as I arrived in South Sands, just short of Salcombe. From here it’s about a mile walk on the pavement or …… another sea tractor/ferry ride! 

Salcombe seems to be everything nautical, ie Nantucket-ish, with all the high end sailing clothing stores, blue/white striped tops galore, beach-themed galleries, and lots of yachties walking around in their foul weather jackets and flip flops.

Being Sunday and having arrived early to town I treated myself to a Sunday Roast lunch (chicken, Michael). Then a wander around the shops and a visit to the tiny but very interesting Maritime Museum before heading uphill to my BnB.