Snapshot of Dawlish, Devon

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Located in the UK near Exeter on the south coast of Devon, Dawlish is a brightly painted, extremely small, sunny stop on the coastal railway.

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P1040650_2P1040652_2 Though not necessarily a town worthy of “primary destination” status, if you’re in the area (or riding the train along the coast), it’s a cute wee place to have a quick walk around.

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P1040682_2P1040686_2P1040670_2 Down the centre of town is a river that doubles as a kind of bird sanctuary.

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The infamous Dawlish black swans.

The Dawlish black swans.

This ugly guy.

This magnificent dude.

And don't you dare disturb the river! Cedric patrols vehemently.

And don’t you dare disturb the river! Cedric patrols vehemently.

There’s a small possibly that Dawlish actually exists in a portal in time, where once you ascend from the raised train station platform, you step back several decades. My limited evidence:

Not so latent racism and misunderstandings of racial prejudices. I was too afraid to take a picture of the store that sells only golliwogs.

Misunderstandings of racial stereotypes. I was too afraid to take a picture of the store that sells only golliwogs.

Dated insistence on a product's "stylishness" to entice skeptical buyers.

Dated insistence on a product’s “stylishness” to entice any skeptical buyers. Also, holy cheap prices!

Certainly a curious place.

Has anyone else been to Dawlish? Did you see a different side of it?

Clovelly: A Glimpse Into the Past

You'd think England had excellent weather all the time!

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).

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Old drainage method! Yay history!

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.

Tourists, tourists, tourists, tourists rockin’ everywhere.

The Harbour

The Harbour

Looking up at Clovelly from the harbour

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.

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Hallo dawgy!

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P1070545Cars 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.

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Nowadays, however, the donkeys are not subjected to this torture. They are just there for tradition’s sake behind this very secure fence:

Excuse me, I'm not sure if anyone's told you this before, but, that's not a real fence.

I’m fairly certain string doesn’t conduct electricity.

Also, CATS!

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Clovelly has a lot of cats – these aren’t just random cat pictures!

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Also, LOL

I enjoy hilariously-named British roads.

I enjoy hilariously-named British roads.

Read my Mum’s blog about Clovelly and other English gems!