Steve and I set off for Sidmouth along the heath ridge on the east side of the Otter Valley. Once we left the road and climbed onto the ridge we got lost with no trouble. Well, lost may be the wrong word – perhaps it should be ‘unsure of our exact location’. Heading south on the forested heath we walked beside a grand example of a beech-topped boundary bank.
When we emerged from the wood we soon discovered our position – about a third of a mile from the planned point – made a swift correction and headed east for Sidmouth on a minor road, climbing up and over a ridge we had expected to be on.
In Sidmouth we sought the Swan Inn for lunch. A lady in a charity shop said she wouldn’t know because she lived 4 miles away, but we saw a sign for the Tourism office, so followed that. Turned out the tourist office is on the same street as the Swan, so didn’t have to ask, just paused to photograph the sea kale in flower in their planter.
Sidmouth is the home of the mouth of the river Sid, so we decided to visit it. Oddly the Sid seems not to have a mouth. So little water flows down it that the shingle beach can block its mouth completely. May be different in the winter.