Which Way is West?

Last week I rode south and southwest towards the English Channel coast, making my way through Abbotsbury, Bridport and eventually to the beautiful seaside destination town of Lyme Regis. Walking along the sandy beaches, watching families tanning and playing in the surf, I really felt on vacation. Continuing on through the Devon countryside, I stayed the night at a campground in the town of Axmouth, across the River Axe from Seaton.

After coffee in Seaton, I was about to get riding when a German couple rolled up.[regrettably, I do not recall their names] They, too, were cycle-touring towards Land’s End, taking a very similar route to myself; riding to a great extent along the Sustrans CTC route #2. However, as we parted ways, they went East, despite claiming to be traveling west. Knowing I was heading in the right direction, I figured they had some alternate route or goal in mind. Shrugging my shoulders, Irene and I headed West.

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