Late Spring is a good time to visit this lovely corner of England - the sun grows warmer, the days longer, and the cliffs, footpaths, and hedgerows become magically clothed in a tapestry of wildflowers.
In some areas "white" blue bells outnumbered blue ones, which is something that I have never witnessed before. I checked them out and all were happily our native Hyacinthoides non-scripta, and not the Spanish ones.
We stayed in a gem of a hotel situated in its own 8 acre sub-tropical garden.
the Ostrich ferns with their vibrant green leaves and rust coloured sheaths were unfurling.
Following our arrival and refreshed courtesy a cup of tea, we set off along the winding pathways which head down towards the coast. We walked beneath these Gunnera Manicata - 'giant rhubarb' plants, whose two metre wide leaves fan out from tall thick, spiky trunks, along with their large flower heads.