12th NOV. CLOVELLY (1Mile east) to NARBOR POINT near Hardisworthy

Again I slept poorly waking every couple of hours.
It was wet,  drizzle since 1ish and when that stopped we had constant dripping from trees.
It felt darker than usual when we got moving around 7pm.
We had to take the inner tent off the outer so it would be dry tonight. 
We walked the mile to Clovelly on the Hobby our packs in the Mount Pleasant memorial park shelter which was above the village.
Parents and young children were walking up the steep cobbled road to the primary school. I asked if there was any paper shop but I would of been more justified if I said is there a donkey and sledge shop. The response from the ladies scoffed that the there was no paper shop and the shop opens in two hours time,  silly me for asking!
The rough sledges were everywhere.,  they are pulled by donkeys which are stabled at the top of the village,  a National Trust affair.
We did not go to the bottom of the village as we were to lazy and knew an up down route was ahead.
Returning to claim our packs Josh commented that it felt like the end of the day,  not a good sign when only 9am.
Drizzle was fairly consistent and the path was hard going with mud. We were slow starting and motivation was lacking by J .He looked tired and I was not alot better.At Mouth Mill we had to negotiate a stream that was a torrent, having to drop down the beach to use prominent large boulders. The drizzle continued. We were starting to get wet. Just past the lime kiln was a semi derelict house with boarded windows,  the door was a jar so seeking shelter we went in.  There was some graffiti on the walls and a table , it was surprisingly clean. We made a cuppa and I boosted Josh alittle by saying - if we get far enough on we would be in striking distance for Bude and a hostel. He seemed more motivated.
Drizzle continued,  more exposed on the top of the cliff next to farm fields. The drizzle was now driven and as a result we were wetter. NIKWAX did not waterproof our gear like it said on the pump spray container , will stick to Grangers in future.The route was mud city in some places the path had almost a foot of water. It was not fun,  head down and walk. Water squidged in our boots. 
Approaching Hartland Point a mushroom radar thing was reached. J and I had debated when in Westward Ho! which of the prominent white shapes was the lighthouse. Josh was right , annoyingly.Further on past the giant mushroom we dropped to a car park with a dozen cars.  A small shed building that did snacks was just closing,  apparently the lady only opens when the rescue helicopter is flying,  however visibility and generally bad weather prevented this so she was closing early. We were able to get a couple of cans of drink each and four Mars bars ,all a bonus as we did not expect anything here.
We sat at the picnic table scoffing all before walking to the lighthouse at Hartland Point, apparently up for sale at half a million. The road to it was in a bad way,  subsidence.
We continued on determined to get to at least Hartland Quay.
A cliff called Upright Cliff and Josh pointed out that it looked like a face profile.
There was a few ups and downs,  then the option of two routes ,we took the cliff option as opposed to the valley route,  this was not because we were keen to climb another cliff but to avoid cow churned mud river path. Just before the climb had been a twin spout waterfall ,  a roar of flood waters poured over the cliff,  dramatic.
Alot of the cliff walking was next to farm field. Of course when we wanted to stop no water was about. The Yha hostel at Elmscott half a mile off route was a no go due to only group bookings. We walked on.
At Narbor Point we decided to stop on a heathy flat spot. I went to find ironically elusive water. I found a pool of water which we would have to boil before using.
Josh had the tent almost pitched so I lent a hand. Getting in the tent was bliss though we were very damp. We rang out our socks,  my trousers were damp and my pants. I was steaming in the tent ,a little chilled but wanted my clothes to dry off a bit before I climbed in the sleeping bag. We had limited food,  boiled up a coffee, turned the radio on. We only had some sachets of stilton/brocolli soup,  some cheese and five slices of bread. We would have no breakfast again,  and have to walk a couple of miles then stop for a tea and bics on route.
I phoned tomorrows hostel,  all ok. We should only have 12/13 miles to walk tomorrow but alot of ups and downs 7 or 8.
Josh is asleep,  it is now 9.15.