I HAVE read about charming places like Lynmouth in novels.
The quintessential Devonshire village, tucked into a plunging gorge at the edge of the ocean, is breathtakingly beautiful.
And I am lucky enough to have the best view of it.
From the porthole window of my living room, I can see pastel-toned buildings protruding from the cliffs, painted in a honey glow from the afternoon sun.
It’s everything you would imagine a southwest village bordering a national park to be.
We’d arrived early, so ahead of check in, we took a stroll on the pebble shore where families were perched on large rocks tucking into paper-wrapped fish and chips.
“What a brilliant spot that is,” my mum had said, pointing up to Tors Park, which juts out from a high hill in an enviable position.
We hadn’t realised …