The miles fly by as we hurtle (slowly, she’s a classic VW remember) through the winding roads to finally reach our campsite pitch in this gorgeous little village on the west-facing coastline of North Devon. Croyde ticks every box imaginable. Sandy bay, tick. Campsite directly behind said sandy beach, tick. Wonderful selection of pubs, cafés, restaurants and ice cream parlours, tick. Surf shops, gift shops, sweet shops, clothes shops, again tick. And all while somehow keeping this feeling of still being as chilled and traditional as it’s always been here.
We park up our steed and sprint to the sand. 60 seconds. That’s all it takes to reach the water from Surfer’s Paradise Camp Site. You can literally roll out of bed, zip up the wetsuit, and hit the surf in about a minute. Perfection.
Seeing as it’s now dusk, we turn back to face the campsite and head through the sandy lanes to find out what Croyde’s nightlife has to offer. We aren’t disappointed. We’ve heard stories of the villages most famous and friendly pub The Thatch and it certainly lives up to its name. We order local seafood, veggie nachos and, of course, halves of the local Devon Red cider. Simple fare, but just perfect. This will do nicely for the night thank you very much.
After the early start, the long drive down and several more ciders we decide it’s time to hit the sack. We’ve a surf lesson booked for tomorrow and want to be refreshed and ready for the fun. We find our trusty van and hunker down for the night. The days exploits and evening’s fill, now mixed with the sound of the surf just over the dunes and it’s lights out before heads are hitting pillows, for a long and restful sleep.