Bit of a damp and mizzly morning and then things started to get better – not full on sunshine you will appreciate, but dry and mild, so we paid a visit to Berrynarbor. A pretty little village, nestling in and up the Sterridge Valley.
It proudly boasts of being ‘Best kept village of the year’ quite a few times during the 80’s and 90’s (does this competition still run?) and still feels very neat and tidy with all properties freshly painted.
The parish church with its weathervane if a fox (of which I have a vague memory of seeing before it was put on the church!) looms high overlooking much of the village.
Though some of the higher houses look down the valley towards the sea, we had to leave the village behind to get these sea glimpses, towards Combe Martin and Little Hangman.
The village is served by a well stocked community shop and post office, with a small free car park and though well worth a visit, would not cope with any serious volume of traffic, as all the lanes in, out and around are single track and we witnessed the school run!
What made our visit was the presence of all these lovely flowerpot men, all depicting different trades – what a fab and unique idea?
Two thoughts of the day:
I wonder what other village eccentricities we will encounter on our journey?
I am always so chuffed with myself when I happen upon little gems like this – I feel a book or at least a separate page on this blog coming on!