11th NOV. Near EAST OF RIVER to 1 mile from CLOVELLY

Woke up a few times in night. I did not sleep that well.  A few folk who were a saturday worst for wear stumbled loudly by. It rained a few times heavily.
When finally woke a around 5. I got breaky on.  We packed up without dog walkers by passing. What I had thought was the horse poo ended up being mega dog poo,  and the raised piece of land was its usual loo. Not pleasant rolling up the tent.
We walked the mile to the bridge to cross to Bideford,  again!
It was fairly quiet as it was not quite 8.30. We continued back down the river, back under the A39. Almost out of place was a massive shed for boat building.  We weaved our way through to Appledore which I had wrongly identified as Westward Ho! when across yesterday near Crow Point at the southern end of Saunton Sands.
Wandering to Westward Ho! it went from tacky seaside slot amusements to the modern seaside resort.
Very classy apartments to caravans.
We got the a few bits at the co-op then had eggs on toast and decent coffee next door at the Rockpool cafe , good all round.
It was the chilly out of the sun but the sun tried to give warmth. 
We walked passed a lovely part derelict house before walking a old
railway line now path. It did not last, as it soon went up and down  with very muddy paths making it hard work.
We at one spot dropped to the shore and instead of walking up again stayed on the beach.  The shore was huge rounded stones that made awkward walking but made a change. The stones had white quartz lines in them. We walked further down to rocky shore,  J keen to rockpool. He found eels,  shany and porcelain crab amongst other delights.
We ended having lunch nearby. Paths were consistently muddy,  especially in the woods before Bucks Mill. We got water water from a stream and sat on a grass verge brewing a tea. Folk passed by then returned soon after,  obviously not alot to see.
We climbed hill out toward Clovelly. Time eas getting on and we kept a keen eye out for a camp spot. We found it a couple of miles on before reaching Clovelly. Pheasants were everywhere. They did not shut up until the were comfortably roosted.
J pitched the tent up above the track while I back tracked to a stream.
He had done a good job and we got bedded in. Josh occupied his time drawing while I made soup from a packet. I was not that keen on the spot chosen as I expected a gamekeeper to come along any time. We had a brief glimpse of a deers backside as it ran startled by us , what sort I could not say.