
It's a tiny fishing village on a privately owned estate (£4.75 entry fee) and Charles Kingsley, author of The Water Babies and Westward Ho!, had a cottage there. They have obviously had him stuffed as a permanent exhibit...

The village clings to the cliffside with a precipitous cobbled street winding through, down (or up) which you can't take your motorbike or car...

...although presumably you still have to keep to 20 if you go down on roller skates, or a tin tray.
It really is scarily steep...

and the street narrows and steepens further...

...and twists and dives underneath houses...

This poses problems if you have to take your shopping home or get anything delivered to your house. There is a supply of donkeys at the top, and the postman has a sledge. How they would deliver, say, a 42" Plasma Screen TV without it being smashed into tiny little bits, I know not...


But it's worth going down all the way, as the shop on the quayside has the biggest selection of Haribo ever, most of which I had never seen before...

...has anyone got a spare sledge to drag them back up?
And arty desktop wallpaper photos of lobster pots and rope to boot...


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