You’d think England had excellent weather all the time!
Ever wondered what an old fashioned English fishing village looked like? Then you need to go to Clovelly in Devon. Clovelly was a functioning fishing village until the early 1900’s, and then someone thought, “Hey! The world is changing, but let’s keep Clovelly exactly the same!” (I’m sure that’s exactly how it happened).
Old drainage method! Yay history!
Clovelly exists now primarily as a tourist attraction, but it’s certainly worth a visit.
Tourists, tourists, tourists, tourists rockin’ everywhere.
Looking up at Clovelly from the harbour
Clovelly, located right on the ocean of course, also scales a very steep hill. All the buildings are listed, and residents of the wee village must keep their dwellings as historically accurate as possible.
Cars are not allowed, so everyone who lives there has to be extremely fit, or never leave their house. Supplies, garbage, and other large loads are brought up and down the town’s slope on wooden skids by skinny, muscly, eighteen-year-old man-boys (the only age and fitness group with the energy to do this job day in and day out).
When the village was still functioning, they used donkeys for this job. When the transition was made to tourist town, the donkeys ferried children up and down the hill.
Nowadays, however, the donkeys are not subjected to this torture. They are just there for tradition’s sake behind this very secure fence:
I’m fairly certain string doesn’t conduct electricity.
Clovelly has a lot of cats – these aren’t just random cat pictures!
I enjoy hilariously-named British roads.
Read my Mum’s blog about Clovelly and other English gems!