Castle Cove. When Mrs W was a little girl the only way to visit Castle Cove was at low tide climbing round the rocks from Steephill Cove. It was a secret and cut off as the cliff path was not a concrete highway climbing down and around it but a narrow inland track which skirted the end of the overgrown valley leading down to the cove.
Holy Joe. This valley was apparently the haunt of a hermit called Holy Joe. My mother told me her brother once ventured down there and met the man himself and then made a hasty retreat. His name was Alexander Gray, and there is a beer named after him now.