This is where we're living on the 1st February 2011 - for one night only, on a whim. A straightforward drive up the North Devon link road, a left turn at Barnstaple, and a short right, and here we are - with nothing between us and Newfoundland. The sunny day (a warm 9 degrees celcius) turned to mist as we got close to the coast and Hartland Point, adding to the mystery and pirate-like atmosphere of this amazing place. The sound of the Atlantic roaring and crashing on the rocks all around us, is so atmospheric. The poor little post-flooded camera struggled to keep up.
We are the only guests at the Hartland Quay Hotel, adding to the piratey and Faulty Towers feel. We have a room which looks out the stormy seas. There isn't a storm as such (thankfully) but the vigorous ocean sounds are enough to satisfy my Swallows and Amazons appetite. We're currently sat in the bar waiting for our food and I'm fulfilling stereotypes by doing this instead of interacting with my husband. He is happily reading the paper and probably pleased to be doing this without disturbance. It's also an opportunity for me to see if this process works in a relatively remote spot, where I usually give up on using technology.
If you're wondering about the kitchen tap, carry on reading this week - especially Thursday.
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