I came back from a short break in Woolacombe, North Devon, with my family yesterday. Was it a holiday? Not by traditional definitions. It wasn’t hot (it was bitingly cold); it wasn’t sunny (it was primarily grey with bouts of highly aggressive rain); and it wasn’t relaxing (it was exhausting walking round, up and down those seemingly endless, rocky cliff tops). But it was darkly, ruggedly beautiful.
All photos (c) Juliet Langton. If you wish to use these pictures, please credit me and link back here. All photos were taken on a battered point-and-shoot camera, zero enhancements made in post production.