The Valley of the Rocks, Lynton, Lynmouth and Watersmeet
I won’t try to deny it. It’s been a while since I last wrote a blog post. This isn’t because we haven’t been doing anything exciting, it’s because we’ve been doing too many exciting things. In the last few weeks we’ve been to the Cotswold Water Park in Swindon, Flyboarding in Chepstow and had a visit to the aqua park at Retallack in Cornwall. Yesterday we finally found a full empty day to do our second ‘official’ South West explore day and wow what a great day it was.

We got up pretty early and prepared ourself for the two hour drive to the North coast of Devon. It’s only when you’re going from the South of Devon to the North that you realise how large the county is. We made it there in good time, parked up and very quickly realised how pretty the area is. Our first stop was for a walk to the Valley of the Rocks. The Valley of the Rocks boasts some of the tallest cliffs in the UK and some of the most dramatic scenery. I have to say, it didn’t disappoint. We started our walk from the Lynton Town Hall and climbed up Hollderday Hill. The sun was shining and the scenery was beautiful. The recent rain had left some muddy paths, but that just added to the fun. I have to admit, it felt amazing to be back on the South West Coast path. The North cliffs of Cornwall was always our favourite spot and this area definitely has a similar feel.




Soon the Valley of the Rocks was in front of us and wow it was stunning! We spent a lot of time just staring in awe at the area, looking across the Bristol Channel to Wales and just soaking it all in. Oh and we had a little bit of a photo shoot.



We headed downwards into the valley and came across a lovely little spot called Poet’s shelter, which showcased some poetry written by visitors to the area. There were some great ones and some pretty odd ones.



Next we walked along the path to Castle Rock and started the climb up. I’d read online that this was a pretty steep climb, but don’t let that put you off. It’s not anything dramatic and the views are completely worth it. As you will be able to tell from the photos, it was a pretty windy day. So much so, that at one point, my hair band completely blew out of my hair. We took some photos, Simon had a good old climb (scaring me senseless in the process) and we just took it all in.






We took the South West Coast Path back to Lynton, which was another beautiful path. Here I got overly excited about finding some wild goats grazing on the hills. Cue lots of photos…








As we came back into Lynton we had our first glimpse of the funicular train (more on that later) and then headed to the car to pick up our picnic lunch. It was hard to believe it was only 12pm and yet we’d seen so much already.

We were initially only going to take the Lynton and Lynmouth Cliff Railway one way, back up from Lynmouth at the end of the day, but it was only £3.80 each for a return journey so we decided to go crazy. We queued up in the cute, bunting filled ‘station’ and waited for our train. The cliff railway is the highest and steepest fully water powered railway in the World – super cool! It was opened in 1890 as a means for transporting goods between Lynton and Lynmouth, but now is solely used for tourism. In it’s busiest year it transported 470,000 people between the two towns. We didn’t have to wait long at the top and were on the next train down in no time. As a side point, we couldn’t quite believe how quiet the whole area was whilst we were here. Being a sunny Saturday in August, we had been worried that it was going to be super busy, but it was completely manageable the whole day. We didn’t get a great spot on the train on the way down, but knew we could always try again on the way back up.


Once in Lynmouth we had to deal with Simon’s hangriness. He was getting a little intolerable. However a few sandwiches, a packet of crisps and some fruit later and I had my happy go lucky Simon back. Our view wasn’t half bad whilst we ate and fortunately this was when the worst (not really bad at all) weather was and the rest of the day it was beautiful.


Our next stop was another long walk to Watersmeet. The town of Lynmouth is very picturesque and we found ourselves stopping often to take pictures of the river and the surroundings before we started. It’s super easy to get to Watersmeet as all you have to do is follow the East Lyn river and just keep going.


Soon the river entered forested areas and, as you can see, provided absolutely beautiful scenery. We enjoyed exploring the many bridges, rivers and caves that we found along the path.




After about 2 miles we ended up at Watersmeet Tea House. As the name suggests Watersmeet is the place where two waters meet. At this point the East Lyn river and the Hoar Oak water join and provided a secluded and fairytale setting for a cream tea.



There are a couple of waterfalls around the area which we explored and then we settled down to the largest pot of tea in the history of tea and some very scrummy scones. We had definitely deserved this after all the walking.



The walk back was equally as lovely. We took our time a little more, took lots of photos and stumbled across the largest heron we had ever seen. He even stopped and posed for a while.






Back in Lynmouth, we pottered around the shops for a while, but soon decided to take the train back up to Lynton, where we had parked the car (shopping has never been a strength of mine). There was quite a queue this time with us having to wait about 30 minutes, but there were lots of signs about the history of the train and some details about how the train came in very useful during a flood in the 1950s that we could read while we waited. Fortunately, we were able to get a spot in the front of the train on the way back up and got some beautiful views over Lynmouth Bay.




The whole day had been amazing and we were so glad we did it. All day we heard foreign languages and accents and knew that we had found a great little spot that people spent good money to come and see. As I’ve mentioned before in one of my blog posts, tourists to our country often see the best of what it has to offer and we don’t. I’ve spent around 10 years living in the South West (28 if you count Swindon as being in the South West, but there’s a big question mark over that one) and I’d never been to this area in my adult life. My Mum was telling me about how I’d been here as a child on a family holiday, but why had I not been more recently as an adult? If there’s one thing I’d love for you to take away from this blog post, it’s to explore! You never know what you’ll find in your home county. For us this journey cost £25 and the cost of petrol. For that price we made some amazing memories, got some amazing photos and spent the day feeling like we were on holiday. Bargain!


















































































































































































































































































