Last weekend, we went over to North Devon for a long weekend break with my family. My mum’s from that corner of the country and my grandad’s lived in the tiny coastal village of Lee for as long as I can remember. In fact it’s barely even a village: just a stretch of cottages, a lovely local pub, a church and tea rooms.
We stayed at Mill Field Cottage, a pretty bungalow with amazing views of the bay and valley below.
View from the back of the cottage and pretty bugs in the garden
The interior was cosy Cath Kidston country-chic
The cottage is a three-minute stroll up from the bay. Lee beach is all dramatic rocks and shingle; we did lots of scrambling over the cliffs, looking for shrimp and crabs in the rock pools – then topped up all the spent calories via creams teas and ice cream from the Smugglers’ Cove cafe.
We’ve been coming here ever since I was tiny. I found this photo from when I was five years old in my granddad’s photo album and took a Dear Photograph-style reproduction.
My sister’s always wanted to be on the blog! so here’s a pic of her and her doggy Theo
It was lovely to hang out with my family for a long weekend and switch off from everything – there’s barely any mobile phone signal down there, let alone internet, and it’s quite amazing to hear nothing at night but the quiet roar of the tide drawing in.
More photos on Flickr, and yet more from my film cameras and some day trips we took coming up…