"Beautiful Porlock." a Porlock Travel Page by diosh

porlock-Somerset.

I've just spent a week with

one of my friends in Porlock.. It's on the edge of Exmoor, in Somerset.We had a totally

relaxing time, visiting stunning places, going into Exmoor, seeing the

ponies, visiting Doone Valley and the church where 'Lorna Doone '

was 'shot'.Walked to the beach near her house and visited other beautiful

beaches nearby-totally unspoilt, as well as Porlock Weir, where we

watched the fishermen and ate ice cream!Coming back to noisy London

was a horrible shock.

Her new house is a stunner- 5 bedrooms, courtyards, 2 bathrooms, etc.,

etc. and of course much cheaper than London.She's got so much more for

her money.

Life in Porlock is so different- relaxing with friendly, helpful people who

can't do enough for you.

Sitting up in bed, in 'my' room, I could see Exmoor and the sea!

her house is off to the right in the picture, at the end of the terrace of

white houses, with the pub on the corner.

What a view?

This is about 20 minute walk from the house, along footpath, beside fields and through the woods.

When we reached it we were the only people there.

My friend calls it 'her' beach! There's never anyone there- apart from the

odd birdwatcher. The birdlife is incredible. We saw birds I've never seen

before- Dunlin, finches, flocks of greenfinches scooting by.

Unfortunately ground was very muddy, after all the rain and I took a

tumble on the way back-so undignified! Skidded down a muddy bank and

landed in a sea water puddle- getting absolutely soaked. There were rocks

at the bottom, which caught my ribs, knee and arm. Am a mass of bruises!

But I'll recover.
When I got home I discovered I'd broken several ribs!!
I did recover- slowly.

The village nestles amongst the woods, snuggled up to Exmoor.

This was the view of the sea that I had from 'my' bedroom window.

The sea is the Bristol Channel- opposite, on the horizon is Wales- the Gower Peninsular.

Driving up into Exmoor and the Doone Valley, we had glimpses of the sea

at every turn.

Along the grassy verges were Exmoor ponies- wandering around, grazing.

We stopped and looked at 2 mothers with 2 foals.Aah.

They wander freely all over the moors.