A March weekend in the time warp that is Clovelly on Devon’s North coast. One of the few privately owned villages left in England it is still a working community, avoiding the curse of suburbanised “second homes”. A cobbled high street, too steep for cars, flows down to everyone’s idea of a sheltered harbour. Eat your heart out Disney, it is real.
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| The cobbled street |
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| The harbour today |
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| And yesterday where tourists came by paddle steamer. Now coach loads inundate the village |
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| Old photo of the steps up from the harbour |
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| The same view today, little has changed |
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| Bring me that horizon |
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| Crazy Kate’s cottage from the Red Lion Hotel |
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| The same view from an old early photo |
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| Early morning at the Red Lion Hotel |
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| Painting of the Red Lion Hotel |
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| Nineteenth Century painting of fishing boats off Clovelly |
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| A fishing boat today |
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| The Walking Party |
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| Pebbled landscape |
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| A streak of quartz |
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| Rex Whistler’s view up the High Street to the New Inn |
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| The New Inn today. |
For more info, log onto the miniature toy-town’s website. www.clovelly.co.uk