In a small garden at the top of the town we passed a Theravadin Buddhist monk who was busy reading an information board. Given it was close to the time by which he would need to ate his one meal of the day we thought to ask him to lunch with us. Thinking a gentleman on a nearby bench was one of his supporters, we went to ask if they had any plans. Turned out he was nothing to do with the monk and when we turned back the monk had gone. Despite looking in nearby streets we couldn't find hide nor hair of him.
Dropping down in to Ilfracombe, we decided to stop for lunch in a cafe (Dolly's), as much to be out of the eat as anything to do with hunger. We enjoyed huge doorstep sandwiches and soup. It was torridly hot and before the lunch we had an ice-cream cone to cool us down. As well as being hot, the town was very busy, too busy for us and after lunch we were keen to be back in the countryside.