Walking into town ----------

On our first morning in Torquay we were up early and walking to town. 

Warm and partly sunny it was perfect for a hike.

We walked along the beachfront from the cottage, climbing the cliff walk/steps up 

over Daddyhole Plain (above the rows of new-style beach huts) and along the 

Rock End section of the Southwest Coast Path.

Meadfoot Beach at low tide.

The tower, which you actually walk through, and sections of old wall, are all remaining 

of the former Rock End estate. Very expensive homes have been built here - you 

can imagine the beautiful sea views they must have.

Bob and Jasmin at Rock End.

This board shows our path along the cliffs - we climbed to Daddyhole Plain 

from Meadfoot Beach, following the coast pathway to Beacon Cove. With stops for 

gasping at the views across the bay - Jasmin had not been on this walk on her last 

visit many years back - and of course taking photos, it took about an hour.

Passing the Living Coasts - Britain's only coastal zoo - read more here

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Living_Coasts

Reaching the harbor we were a bit tired, but if I could walk into town with 

such views here in North Carolina, I'd sell my car! 

Ready to continue our day, we headed to the ferry for the sail

across the bay to the fishing port of Brixham.

Torquay's Inner Harbour

Boarding the Western Lady VI ferry which crosses Tor Bay in about half an hour for 

just a one pound fare - the best bargain in town!

Here, the ferry was passing the Grand Hotel, one of the oldest and largest hotels 

along Torquay's shoreline, and where Agatha Christie spent her honeymoon. 

Across from the hotel is a rocky beach and row of traditional style beach 

huts - my favorites.

For me, the small beach, named Corbyn Head, holds many childhood memories. 

When in elementary school - about a two mile walk from here - on warm June afternoons 

before school was out for the Summer hols, my neighbor, whose two children were 

in school with me, would meet us at 4 PM and walk us to the beach. She'd bring 

our swimsuits, towels, cheese and tomato sandwiches, orangeade drinks, and we'd

 spend a few wonderful late afternoon hours swimming and playing in the rock pools 

when the tide went out.

Those really are days I will always cherish.

Next time I'll show you Brixham at the far end of Tor Bay.