So here we are at (below) Watersmeet house, a National Trust managed shop and Tea room. This was originally built as a fishing/hunting lodge.We had walked down the path from the car park and decided to start the walk on the right bank looking down river which we did.
Below just a few hundred yards down the natural Gorge, this by the way is the deepest natural Gorge in Britain. Just a short while later we came to the first bridge and crossed to the opposite bank.
I should remember the name of these bridges (below) but I'm afraid I don't.
Below about half way now and parts of this walk are really stunning.
This was quite a suprise, set into the bank this old wooden plaque and to the right an old earthenware jar.Apparently here was the site of the Lynrock mineral water factory which although disused was completely destroyed in the tragic floods of 1952. If you click on the picture to enlarge it you can just about read it, and the writing on the jar (Ginger Beer).
Below another pretty view of the river, notice the path on the right.
Below, now we are getting close to Lynmouth and the end of the walk, which we all really enjoyed.
Below, the outskirts and the walk into the town and a welcome cuppa before we take the car back up.
That was the first of several walks we did with John and Pat, i'm sure one or two more will end up as blogs.
Joke of the day.
"John," the new guy replied.
The manager scowled, "Look, I don't know what kind of a namby-pamby place you worked at before, but I don't call anyone by their first name. It breeds familiarity and that leads to a breakdown in authority. I refer to my employees by their last name only - Smith, Jones, Baker - that's all. I am to be referred to only as Mr. Robertson. Now that we got that straight, what is your last name?"
The new guy sighed and said, "Darling. My name is John Darling."
"Okay, John, the next thing I want to tell you is..."