Stay in Devon for Holiday Heaven!

It?s no coincidence that Devon rhymes with heaven; the locals know this, as does anyone who?s ever taken a holiday there. Whether you want a romantic getaway for a long weekend or are taking a few weeks holiday with the kids, Devon offers an abundance of accommodation choices, gorgeous scenery and, no end of things to do.

Just follow the M5 south as far as you can go and you hit the county with something for everyone. It?s an easy destination without a car too, there are frequent flights to Exeter airport and some of the most beautiful train journeys you can imagine once you are there. Looking for accommodation in Devon opens up a wealth of choices; you could relax in style amidst the grandeur of seafront hotels, or indulge a fantasy of living in a cottage with roses round the door and explore the vast choice of Devon self-catering possibilities. For the more adventurous, try camping in Devon, an easy option in a county with an endless choice of beauty spots to choose from.

Devon?s rugged North coast boasts some of the best beaches, not to mention the best surf, in the UK. Within a few hours of leaving your desk and in-tray in the city you could be out in a wetsuit and, quite literally, surfing into the sunset. If you?re looking for tranquillity, explore the rolling hills and discover villages that define the word picturesque, looking as though they have been cut out from chocolate boxes. It doesn?t stop there. The wilderness beauty of Dartmoor National Park is breathtaking for those who feel more adventurous (or need a brisk walk after a cream tea!).

The great thing about taking a holiday in Devon is that whether you want the indulgence of a hotel or prefer to cook beans from the porch of a tent, once you?ve found the right accommodation, it?s easy to explore the county and fill a holiday with all this and more. Wherever you chose to base yourself, beaches, wild walks or fine wining and dining are all within easy reach.

Staying in Devon hotels you?ll soon discover why the county is known as the English Riviera. For those who want a cosmopolitan holiday experience it?s also the perfect place to indulge in retail therapy or sip cocktails whilst watching the boats come and go.

Holidaying in Devon with kids is easy too, teens or tots will be hard pushed to say they are bored. They could try pony-trekking on Dartmoor, learn to sail or surf or, simply perfect the art of making sand castles on the beach. In Devon, self-catering holidays are the perfect option for families who want home comforts and a cosy base to explore from. It?s also worth remembering how much fun it is under canvas, camping in Devon is easy as most campsites are fully geared up for families.

Who needs the hassle of long haul flights and complicated travel arrangements, when a holiday in Devon, offers so much?

A Devon Holiday

It's amazing, and distressing at the time, to discover in the western world you can feel desperately removed and wanting the comforts of domestic heating, lighting, and something, anything that reminds you of being in a house. Deciding to go to Devon by train on a camping holiday in mid March was easy. It was doing it that proved difficult. Arriving the first night, I found myself inside a tent, while outside was nothing but a howling gale. The idea that I would be here for four more days terrified me. I really, really wanted to not be there.

The inclement weather was unrelenting in the morning. There was no car to warm myself in. I hobbled out of the tent in the clothes I had slept in - it was too cold to change. Although I was with three friends who repeatedly told me they loved and cared about me, I felt the need to leave for civilisation immediately. My train booking was unalterable; my mobile phone was out of signal. I did have next months rent in my bank account that I briefly considered spending on a taxi home.

Amidst biting rain and driving winds I staggered out of the forlorn looking campsite to a payphone and meekly called my sister. 'Please text me as much information as possible to do with getting out of Devon,' were the essence of my demands.

A series of woeful texts ensued, all with sad and miserable news about �200 flights, cancelled trains, and flooded roads. I felt stranded. Utterly and miserably alone. The final text was simple: ?Find a pub, get drunk, crawl into tent and sleep.?

No. I was going to fight for my salvation; not give in to the false promise of alcohol. Unlike my attitude to the weather forecast, the idea of topping all this crap with a hangover was enough for me to continue in my quest to get the hell out of Devon.

Yes, I was going to improve my situation and look for some Devon Hotels to stay in. Devon accommodation should be plentiful and easy to find. It?s where people go on holidays; the weather was appalling so there should be plenty of rooms available.

The trouble was I was already in the middle of nowhere, and barely had the energy to get anywhere or do anything because I was already consumed with rage at my stupid decision to be here in the first place.

I walked for a couple of hours before realising finding a Devon hotel and then paying for it would be difficult and regrettable. An hour later I arrived at a pub. It was warm and the beer tasted good. I felt good. My Devon accommodation in the form of a tent felt good. As I tipsily walked out into the softening winds, I remembered my friends back at the campsite. My sister?s kindly advice was beginning to make sense.