DEVON
It’s the middle of winter, and I’m feeling blue. London is cold, and everyone’s skint and even more miserable than usual. A weekend away is just what I need – so when an opportunity to get out of the city and fill my lungs with sea air comes knocking – I’m there.
Just two hours from the capital by train, Babbacombe is a sleepy seaside village on the English Riviera, famed for its model village, dramatic sea views and fish and chips. Described as South Devon’s most beautiful bay, we’re excited to see what it has to offer. My wife and I arrive late on a Friday evening, so it’s too dark to make much out as we make our way in a cab from Torquay station, but as our taxi snakes its way down the cliff-side to our hotel, I make a note to make sure I’m up early enough to catch the sunrise.