Piggy Pub: Salcombe - East Prawle

The YHA didn't have wifi so we spent all morning in the Salcombe library racking up hoards of expenses in increments of pound coins to hog their computer, printer and scanner. Managed to get Curt's work done but also managed to develop a migraine, reminding me that work is not agreeable to my health.

But with a daily dose of the SWCP, a nap on the cliff tops and a little pharmaceutical help my migraine faded.

The weather was cool but sunny. We took the ferry across Salcombe harbour to South Sands and enjoyed a cool walk through a wooded area overlooking beautiful white sand bays. Yachts sailed peacefully around in the estuary with Salcombe rising tastefully up it's western banks. A fairly exclusive area I would guess, considering the quality shops around the harbour and some rather grand estates.



It was stunning walking scenery on rocky cliffs topped with neatly sheep grazed grass, buttercups and daisies. This soft topping often created a dangerous overhanging cornice, concealing steeply eroded cliffs below. (Avoiding the cliff edges has been a constant goal of ours this trip).

The picture below is of a sheep family we successfully reunited :) the mother was in one field already with a lamb but was bleating crazily to another lamb in a different field. We rounded up the lamb using our best shepherding techniques, opened the gate and little lost lamb ran straight to his mother's udders. We were so very pleased with ourselves!



As we approached Pig Nose Point the weather started to cloud over but the comforts of aptly named Pig Nose pub were awaiting us.


As we ascended the cliffs towards East Prawle Village and the pub we were surprised to meet Ken coming the other way down the path. He was off to climb on some scary, sheer cliff face below one of those green cornices we had been so carefully avoiding. Ken always was an amazing climber appearing in many guide books for first ascents but even more amazing that approaching age 50, he is still out there scaling the cliffs.

Wendy was waiting at the top of the cliff in their van with a pot on the boil. We spread out a blanket and picnicked on biscuits and gigantic mugs of tea...



.....before heading into the quirky Pig Nose Inn adorned with pig noses on the bar, snuff boxes, trinkets, curios, various bric-a-brac and cosy corners to enjoy a pint of good beer or cider. And conveniently located next door was a camping field where we stayed for the night.


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