the Round House, which is an interesting converted farm building run by Tricia and her husband Chris in a delightful hamlet called Loxhore on the edge of the moor.
I left work early on Friday at about 4pm, and by 7pm we’d arrived, unpacked, changed, and were on our way out to a country pub that our hosts had recommended to us because they did good food. Saturday, went to Ilfracombe for the morning, returned to the Round House in time to see the Grand National (losing £14 despite picking 2nd, 3rd, and 4th), and in the evening had dinner in a superb place called The Muddiford Inn which is well worth a visit. Sunday, drove around Exmoor, stopped for lunch at another great country pub in the middle of nowhere, drove around a bit more stopping to look at the panoramic views, sheep, horses, more views, lambs, etc., and then at about 5pm turned the car South and headed back to sunny Cornwall taking a leisurely drive down the Atlantic Highway, which sounds much better than the A39 which it is. At that time on a Sunday, I knew the road would be fairly clear as, ironically, all the tourists would have gone home, and I was home by 7:30pm with a large G&T and a camera full of memories.
It didn’t cost an arm and a leg, in fact the entire budget would have been blown on getting to the airport and parking the car had I gone abroad, and we had a very relaxing time in some superb company, with no check-in queues, no wailing children, and no unscheduled delays.
It’s easy to take for granted what’s available on your doorstep, and a weekend break just up the road is highly recommended. I didn’t get to photograph any wild deer, but I can live with that. Maybe next time.











