Clovelly is not an easy village to reach – the steep cobbled streets do not accommodate cars and the inhabitants have decided they prefer the infrastructure as it, supported by donkeys. It is therefore approached by walking down a curving hill which slowly reveals the buildings clinging like barnacles to the sea facing clifftops.
The central path in the village directs straight towards the harbour, although there are many intriguing side passages which might tempt the curious bypasser.
If at the harbour towards evening there may be a lone fisherman still hard at work whilst the others enjoy a reward at a brightly lit pub nearby. The twilight falls from sea to beach and then to land and Clovelly hunkers down for the night.