Oh no! Here's somewhere else in North Devon at the end of a terrifying and interminable descent in the rain of a Combe and we're looking at you Ilfra- and Woola-.

Yes, there's a wooded valley to worry about and this is right on the river, the River Umber, of course, although most of it is umberground.

The collywobbles are the case if you take the rollercoaster ride in from the west along the top although several caravan parks hardly confirm the inaccessibility being suggested. Most people will take the sensible option of the A399 in from the south but more on that in a minute, right Sat Nav-ers?

Whatever your way, the natural bay serves up a serviceable beach from where wetsuit-ted types can backside a backwash, whatever that means, or launch a hired kayak available from a handful of handy providers.

They might think they're braving being swept away by a North Atlantic nor'easter but this is officially the Bristol Channel, basically.

It's a clifftop-heavy situation on either side and those to the east are home to the Hangmans, the tallest sea cliffs in England, no less.

Great Hangman's face clocks in at 800-foot, not shown, which is bigger than Beachy Head, and the clifftop path rises to another 200-foot above.

Little Hangman is a measly 700-foot, not shown, which is still bigger than Beachy Head, but there's as much chance of seeing either up-close or even from a binoc than there is of today's rain easing off, honestly.

The mini-seaside-resort vibe is amplified by, on first impressions, more ice cream parlours than thought to be strictly necessary.

They're clearly waiting for next summer but a handful of fish, chip and pasty-providing fleshpots provide amusement indoors with a thankful lack of that sort of thing around.

The museum looks to do some good work workshop-wise with local schools so it's not all inevitable, tragic tales of fisherfolk but there's competition on the unusual artefact front at Old Trafford.

Old Trafford?

Remember the A399? Well, it's said to be the longest high street in the country and it's along there you'll find a nod to the famous stadium.

A former cobbler, it's thought, was a well-known character in the village and football nut to boot, hence the Sir Matt Busby Way road sign in the window.

Not that it can be confirmed, Google™ will simply deliver driving instructions from North Devon to South Manchester, and it's not the only point of interest along the longest high street in the country.

The Pack o' Cards Inn was originally built by some old gadabout who seems to have known when to hold 'em and known when to fold 'em. The joker's winnings are said to have funded a new family home with, get this, four flours, 13 doors on each floor and 52 stairs.

Given that this happened around 1700, that makes the efforts of the geezer who designed the Grand Hotel in Scarborough not quite so original as had always been thought.

It's not really the longest high street in the country, it's just the main road in and most of its two miles are residential so it's not really a high street, really.

Sorry if that sours the tone and makes SlyBob sound like a couple of Combe Martin killjoys but the mood has just been dampened by the incoming football scores...

That means, back at Old Trafford, more cups remain in the old cobbler's kitchen than they will for a while in this fairweather NUFC fan's trophy cabinet, eh?