Woolacombe, Devon — a rough diamond on the British coast

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.

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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.