Talk about a change of scene, today was a scene of complete flatness with the exception of the bridge over the River Taw. I was feeling pretty pooped after covering the 11 miles to Instow, the product of somewhat fitful sleeping in the tent the last few nights.
As a result I opted to spend the afternoon with the Sunday papers, whilst waiting for the tide to cons in so that the Instow-Appledore ferry could operate and save me 5 miles in 5 minutes.
This actually puts me ahead of schedule, so I may go straight through Westward Ho! tomorrow and head for Clovelly.
I still have Sebastian and Nadine for company, now joined by his sister Mikah. But tomorrow will probably be the last day together.
