National Geographic : 1963 Aug
KODACHROMESBY BATESLITTLEHALES(ABOVE) AND MELVILLEBELL GROSVENOR "A village like a waterfall," a poet has written of Clovelly, whose main street tumbles down a cliffside to the sea. Charles Kingsley, who had lived here as a lad, returned and wrote: "Contrary to one's usual experience in visiting old scenes, the hills are higher, the vegetation more luxurious, the colouring richer than I had fancied." Medieval charm of shops and cottages, carefully preserved by the owners, delights streams of visitors. Stone archway of the Red Lion Hotel frames Clovelly's waterfront where children ride donkeys along the quay. Charles Dickens described the "red-brown cliffs, richly wooded to their extremest verge." Kingsley once said to his wife: "Now that you have seen Clovelly, you know what was the inspiration of my life .before I met you." Beamy motorboats, resting on the beach at low tide, re place old-time fishing lug gers in Clovelly's anchorage. In summer, roomy craft such as Saucy Lass abandon their fishing jobs to take visitors round Barnstaple Bay. Boys go about boys' business. 222 N.G.S.