East Prawle
A village so small it thinks it’s the center of the world. The only people there are a bunch of drunks who live in the same house and think the pub is a church. They don’t know what the sun is, but they know how to annoy tourists.
I got scowled at by three people who looked like they’d been buried in a chicken coop.
The only reason tourists go there is to get lost and eat stale biscuits.
I tried to take a picture of the beach, and a goat walked in front of the lens.