My fondest holiday memories as a child were from North Devon. Coming from the land locked East Midlands, this place littered with coves and beaches, craggy in some places, vast in others was a world away from home and school. I remember always feeling like there was space to explore and this created dreams and extra excitement with a feeling like I was part of Enid Blyton’s Famous Five despite there only being my Mum, Dad and I.
Camping was exciting, the beach was exciting, rock pooling was exciting, Clovelly was mesmerising, I’d never walked down such steep steps and although I didn’t realise at the time the harbour dates back to the 14 century, I knew even then it was pretty special. I even never tired from walking around Ilfracombe Harbour and Lundy, well I didn’t even want to leave. It is a must day out when staying anywhere along that North Devon coast. The boat trip is amazing on its own but, Lundy, this lump of rock sticking out of the Bristol Channel, is something else and the first time I’d ever seen puffins. Sailing operate from Ilfracombe daily between March and October.
As everything in life, camping and caravanning facilities have moved on since the 80’s when my parents and I made the annual trip to North Devon. Back then I remember sites with little more than a swing, a shop selling out of date, extortionately priced goods and a shower block you would feel cleaner by not washing. Now sites such as Stowford Farm Meadows at Combe Martin are actually, holiday resorts. There is a pub, restaurant, large shop (not a Frey Bentos pie in sight thank goodness), swimming pool, crazy golf, tennis/football and basketball courts, woodland walks, and even better, lots of other families and a great chance to meet up with fellow little people. This North Devon campsite is beautifully landscaped and the bathroom and shower blocks are bright and clean.
Read more about Stowford’s caravan and campsite here, http://stowford.co.uk