It was stunning, situated on a cliff at the top of a small cove, surrounded by panoramic views and turquoise sea.
We parked up Ordell, popped up the roof (our bedroom for the week), and lit our first camp fire.
Jimmy started making his camping speciality – prawn risotto.
We drank wine, smoked, played music and chatted animatedly about what we wanted to do in our amazing travelling companion.
We decided to get up early and go cliff jumping.
It was a simple, we just popped the roof back down, chucked all our stuff inside and drove off down the country lanes to Torquay.
We cracked open a beer for the ride, ( can’t lie we were a bit nervous).
Also we were on holiday time, which means it’s acceptable to drink beer whenever, even at 10am. Yes?
Coasteering and cliff jumping was amazing.
We scrambled across ragged cliffs and then threw ourselves off them. To be honest we were a bit cautious jumping off the first rocky ledge, but when a 10-year-old girl in our group nominated herself to go first we realized we needed to man-up.
As the day progressed said girl, our ‘young inspiration’ didn’t do anymore jumps.
Can’t say I blame her.
We decided to get a taxi Dartmouth on the second evening. It was a cool, petite place.
Little bistros everywhere, pubs, wine bars, posh restaurants, everything you could possible want. We were surprised how much was going on in this sleepy coastal town.
We had dinner in RockFish, which essentially is a fish and chip/ seafood joint, with a twist.
The queue was flowing out the door, everyone wanted a reservation and as soon as we started eating it was obvious why.
Jimmy ate Oysters for the first time.
We ended up getting quite drunk in Dartmouth and dancing the night away in a wine bar as a man played a piano in the corner. Not what you’d expect from a camping holiday.