Porlock

Last weekend, returning from Lynton, we passed through Porlock at the foot of Exmoor, and spent a while wandering around the small dock at Porlock Weir.

Coincidentally, Moonface received an email from a distant relative offering her a copy of a postcard of Porlock in 1918, sent to one of her ancestors; possibly the one killed in the trenches of the First World War. The card shows a temporary camp beneath the hills with a small troop of mounted men riding along a country lane.