The sun managed to stay out until our third day at least, so we decided that we were going to head to the beautiful little village just outside of Torquay called Babbacombe.
My friend James had recommended a pub called The Cary Arms that was at one end of Babbacombe bay, and he had sent me a photo of the view the week before, and I knew I just had to go.
Here you can see the end of the road that leads down to the pub. This road is an experience in itself. The steep, extremely windy road is definitely worth the trip down to come to The Cary Arms and to see the magnificent view.
When you reach the bottom of the hill you are greeted with something you aren’t expecting. This little car just sat there waiting for you to come and admire him.
As it was such a beautiful day we went and sat on the terrace of the pub and had a drink. The Cary Arms is also a hotel and spa and they have a reserved seating area just for their guests. You can see in the photo above one of these specially reserved areas. I just love that little table in their own private bit, I think it would feel like you were on a boat, sailing slowly along a very calm sea….
I decided I needed to go and investigate the beach. I wasn’t really wearing the appropriate footwear to go and splash about in the waves, but just trying to balance on the rocks was good enough for me.
I couldn’t believe how beautiful it was. I had no idea that England could produce seasides like this.
It was time to sit in the sun, watching the boats go by so we headed back up to The Cary Arms and cracked open a Magners to watch the world go by.
I absolutely love Babbacombe. Like Brixham, I could spend the whole day there just watching the world go by.