Sleep was quite good but the slight incline of the ground was hard to cope with. We walked to Woolacombe for our breakfast. The place vibrated to the activities of the surfers. The beach was alive with them; the place buzzed. The sands were so beautiful. As we walked on into Croyde Frank’s boot sole came away. We had to short cut to Braunton; we really needed to find some superglue to rescue his walk. With glue found we continued on to Chivenor and our next campsite. It was a couple of miles short of Barnstaple. The site proved to be a huge disappointment; untidy, noisy from the main road and the toilets were disgusting. However, at least one caravanner returned year after year. One blessing, the pub down the road did us proud; we dined well.
Verdict: The worst campsite for cleanliness! The campsite owner was a plonker!
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