Winter in Lynmouth. Photo by Bob Small
Lynmouth
Winter in Lynmouth. Photo by Bob Small
Tag: Lynmouth
A moment of reflection….
Valley of the Rocks. Photo by Helen Ash
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Coastal Views
Looking across from Countisbury Hill towards Lynton and Lynmouth. Photo by Clayton Jane
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Castle Rock
Valley of the Rocks, North Devon. Photo by Trevor Ley
Exmoor Memories: Summer on the Exmoor Coast
A.G. Bradley, “Exmoor Memories”
(first published in 1926)
But Lynton, whether at the first boyish encounter, with its high, uplifting scenery, or at eighteen, when I had come to feel its attractions more deeply, was always my favourite place for these exhilarating trips. (…) Sometimes we took the rough moorland road, as it then was, turning off left-handed on the way to Simonsbath and heading across the open moor for Oare and Brendon, by Brendon Two-Gates, nowadays so familiar to tourists, and so down the glorious valley of the East Lynn. At other times we would take the Combe Martin road, and turning right-handed at Blackmore gate, in those days what its name portended, a turnpike, follow the coach road through Paracombe and on down the valley of the West Lynn. This was the route from Barnstaple for the comparatively small number of visitors that then found their way to Lynton. A long and hilly road of nearly twenty miles, over which agonised honeymooners from flat counties clung together on the coach roof as, with groaning brakes, it rocked down the steep hills, over loose stones and a stream-riven surface. Even Ilfracombe had only as yet talked of a railroad. Lynton had not even dreamed of such a thing. It would have seemed to us nothing short of sacrilege. (…)
What can one say of Lynton, or Lynmouth, that has not been told by pens innumerable since those old days of the ‘sixties? It is not so much the bold coast scenery, because that extends with equal, if intermittent grandeur all the way past Ilfracombe to Barnstaple Bay, and eastwards into Somerset, but rather those two lovely winding valleys, wrapped to their summits with foliage, and cloven by white streams foaming to the sea, which make it unique among English coast resorts.
Arthur Granville BRADLEY 1850-1943
Cliff Walk
Photo by Dave Rowlatt
Lynmouth at High Tides – Video
Rob Tibbles took this video on 4 January 2014 when high tides and strong gales forced a lot of water onto the Exmoor coast.
Lynmouth at high tides
Photo by Will Bowden
Cliff Walk
The Cliff Walk at the Valley of the Rocks. Photo by Dave Rowlatt
Letter from Exmoor: Lynmouth Storm – 2nd of November 2013
Text and photos by Amanda Perkins who published this on her blog “Amanda’s Adventures in Wool Land” in November 2013
We live in Lynton which is half way up a hill, at the bottom of the hill is Lynmouth, which is 2 minutes drive away.
About a week ago we had a severe weather warning for a massive Atlantic storm, the storm didn’t really happen here, although I know other parts of the country were badly affected.
But we had our storm on Saturday.
It was high tide at 5 pm, so Phil and I decided to venture out to buy fish and chips for our tea and see what the sea looked like.
We weren’t disappointed, as we drove down the hill the sea looked higher than the land, I have never seen it look so dramatic.
Stupidly we had left the camera in the office and so the following photo’s were taken with my iPhone.
The photos are dark, because it was getting dark
This is from outside the fish and chip shop looking west towards the Valley of the Rocks.
This was taken from the same place, if you look carefully you can see a small black line, which was a surfer, there were several out surfing – Mentalists!!
The harbour and the Rhenish tower, which shows how high the sea was.
The 2 Lyn rivers meet at Lynmouth, there is a small harbour with a wall that divides the harbour from the river, the tide was so high the wall had disappeared completely.
We walked the dogs over the bridge to the other side of the river, this photo is taken east across the bay looking towards Countisbury hill, you can see a very windswept Phil and Loki, (there is a small black dot in the distance which is Tinks)
And another shot from the same place looking west, the boats you can see are inside the harbour, the harbour wall was under water. When we walked back over the bridge the water had flooded the road in front of the buildings and waves were crashing over the wall in all directions.
The noise of the wind and water crashing twinned with twilight and the fact that the whole village had turned out to look at the sea made it a very surreal experience.
In a very strange way it was magical and I’m glad we braved the storm.
