As promised here are some pictures of Lynmouth itself, taken yesterday. Lynmouth is on the north coast of Devon flanked by the tallest cliffs in England.
Lynmouth was originally a small fishing village at the head of the Lyn river , which on the 30th August 1952, was devastated by a flash flood originating on the hills of Exmoor behind, which brought massive boulders down the river valley. A row of riverside cottages was totally destroyed and 35 people lost their lives.
Nowadays it is mainly a tourist village filled with gift shops and places to eat or drink. People come to walk in the beautiful Lyn Valley, up towards Watersmeet, and on Exmoor above.
Looking towards the end of the road car park where we managed to find nearly the last parking space. The much bigger town of Lynton is on top of the cliff behind.
To reach Lynton you can either take the water powered cliff railway or walk up a steep and winding path.
There are some fishing boats in the harbour which are used for lobster fishing but most are either private yachts or are used for tourist trips up the coast.
Yesterday the road was filled with happy festival goers enjoying the sunshine and a few beers in the many pubs.
Street busking is part of the festival and outside The Rising Sun small bands, such as this skiffle band, played to an appreciative audience.
The old cottages climb right up the side of the cliff.
As we left for home , the tide was out showing the rocky beach and the clouds beginning to gather in.
Lynmouth was originally a small fishing village at the head of the Lyn river , which on the 30th August 1952, was devastated by a flash flood originating on the hills of Exmoor behind, which brought massive boulders down the river valley. A row of riverside cottages was totally destroyed and 35 people lost their lives.
Nowadays it is mainly a tourist village filled with gift shops and places to eat or drink. People come to walk in the beautiful Lyn Valley, up towards Watersmeet, and on Exmoor above.
Looking towards the end of the road car park where we managed to find nearly the last parking space. The much bigger town of Lynton is on top of the cliff behind.
To reach Lynton you can either take the water powered cliff railway or walk up a steep and winding path.
There are some fishing boats in the harbour which are used for lobster fishing but most are either private yachts or are used for tourist trips up the coast.
Yesterday the road was filled with happy festival goers enjoying the sunshine and a few beers in the many pubs.
Street busking is part of the festival and outside The Rising Sun small bands, such as this skiffle band, played to an appreciative audience.
The old cottages climb right up the side of the cliff.
As we left for home , the tide was out showing the rocky beach and the clouds beginning to gather in.Today has been a strange day, weather wise. There was a weather warning on the morning tv forecast for thunder and heavy rain. That is what we had in Barnstaple, torrential rain at 10.15 which cleared up by lunch time and then after school while we were all having fun drawing and painting exotic flowers, there was a very loud thunderstorm. Yet at home, only 6 miles away, there was not a drop of rain though Peter did hear the thunderstorm.
