You'll have to forgive me if I don't seem to be too enthusiastic about this day. As you can see from the pictures above, the weather was depressing - grey, foggy, drizzle and rain all mixed together to test my perseverance. The first picture is the church tower in Stoke Barton. Stoke Barton is a very small village in between Hartland and Hartland Quay but towering above the cottages is this large church tower. Somehow it seemed disproportionate to me or perhaps it showed how the importance of the village has diminished over the years.
My destination, Hartland Quay, was a bleak spot aptly described as having a wonderful remote atmosphere with a pub and a hotel. The pub and hotel were very welcoming and they went out of their way to make my overnight stay a pleasant experience.
I'm not sure why it's called Hartland Quay because it is a rugged cove with no possible spot to build a safe quay.
I'm a grandfather who lost an infant granddaughter and who wants to help Gillian, her mother, provide support for other grieving parents through Hazel's Heroes.