Clovelly
   
 
Clovelly Court Gardens
Cottage Tea Rooms
Craft Workshops
Crazy Kate's Cottage
Donkeys
Fisherman's Cottage
Gallery
Harbour Activities
Kingsley Museum & Shop
Lifeboat
Methodist Chapel
Mount Pleasant
New Inn Hotel
Oberammergau Cottage
Quay
Quay Shops
Queen Victoria Fountain
Red Lion Hotel
St Peter's Chapel
Temple Bar Cottage
The Look-out
Visitor Centre
Waterfall

Clovelly was a childhood home of the Victorian author and social reformer, Charles Kingsley (12 June 1819 – 23 January 1875) and the place which inspired him to write his enduring children's classic, ‘The Water Babies’.
 
Indeed, until Kingsley’s work in the middle of the 19th century and references from Charles Dickens, Clovelly remained quite unknown to the outside world. In addition to ‘The Water Babies’ Kingsley also published his ‘Westward Ho!’ novel in 1855, in which Clovelly figured much, helping to give this unique village an enviable reputation worldwide.
 
"Suddenly a hot gleam of sunlight fell upon the white cottages, with their grey steaming roofs and little scraps of garden courtyard, and lighting up the wings of the gorgeous butterflies which fluttered from the woodland down to the garden."

This is how author; Charles Kingsley, described Clovelly over 150 years ago. Yet the village has changed so little over the decades that his words could have been written today.
After browsing through the museum, visitors can watch the animatronics display of Charles Kingsley hard at work in his study, composing a letter to his bride-to-be. The voice-over is a recital of ‘The Three Fishers’, the story of three fishermen’s wives waiting in vain for their husbands to return.  It gives a real insight into how it must have been in Kingsley’s day, further supported by the many descriptions and exhibits throughout the museum.

'The Three Fishers' (1851), by Charles Kingsley is a stark reminder of the harsh realities faced by fishing families. He wrote this famous poem as a result of a great fishing tragedy in Bideford Bay.
"Three fishers went sailing away to the West,
Away to the West as the sun went down;
Each thought on the woman who loved him the best
And children stood watching them out of the town.
For men must work and women must weep
And there’s little to earn and many to keep
Tho’ the harbour bar be moaning.
 
 
Three wives sat up in the lighthouse tower,
And they trimmed the lamps as the sun went down.
They looked at the squall, and they looked at the shower,
And the night-rack came rolling up ragged and brown
But men must work and women must weep
Tho’ storms be sudden and waters deep
And the harbour bar be moaning.
 
 
Three corpses lay out on the shining sands,
In the morning gleam as the tide went down,
And the women are weeping and wringing their hands
For those who will never come home to the town.
For men must work and women must weep
And the sooner it’s over, the sooner to sleep,
And good-bye to the bar and its moaning.