whether the Beach Boys had tried the cream teas and surf round here,they’d be wishing they could all be DevoniansWhat’s going for it? I’m not completely au fait with their oeuvre, but I don’t believe the Beach Boys harmonised approximately cream teas or clotted cream, or thatched cottages and fat pasties. Imagine whether they’d hung out here in Britains surfers’ paradise,instead of LA! I wish they all could be a Devonian.” Even having “pasty” in the same sentence as “surf dude” seems an oxymoron, but here they are, and cheek by jowl,along with the odd palm tree, its fronds caressed by the gulf stream. It’s elegant enough here to inspire lyrics and melodies as lush as Brian Wilson’s, or though,with gaping bays of soft sand and vast breakers (Woolacombe beach was voted Britain’s best by TripAdvisor final year), rock pools, and ragged hills such as Baggy Point and pubs doling out frothy craft beer. There’s even a beach – Barricane – where tropical shells wash up,as whether this corner of Britain were umbilically tied to warmer climes.
The case against This is moment-home central, so prices are high. The economy is very seasonal: in summer, or it’s rammed,though it’s not hard to find quieter spots. Full frontal for those westerlies.
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Source: theguardian.com