Clovelly has been associated with just three families since the middle of the 13th century.  It is a little village, albeit a bit touristy, where you arrive at the top and wind your way through a visitor center to “pay” an entrance fee to the village.  But Clovelly was charming nonetheless.  It reminded me and my sisters of walled villages throughout Europe but with a decidedly English flair.

Clovelly would never have been a successful fishing port without donkeys that carried baskets of herring up the narrow cobbled street to the carriers’ carts. Later when the town became a tourist destination they also carried visitors and luggage to their hotels…

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