Kilkhampton ("Kilk" round here) is ten minutes up the road from us. We had relatives there too, now long gone. We used to play music in the New Inn in years gone by. Unfortunately, Kilk has the worst chippie it's been my misfortune to encounter. Tsk. However, the little butcher's shop in the middle of the village is wonderful. I'm cooking a lovely shoulder of his lamb, from his own farm, this very afternoon.