The plan was to park the car on arrival and not use it until we left. I didn't realise Torquay had so many hills, but hey, it's good for you, right? There's a bit of a climb to walk from the seafront up to The Torcroft, but it is SO worth it, because the B&B is amazing. It's more like a boutique hotel to look at, but you get the total warmth and care of being in someone's home, because it is Gary & Philip's home (well, it's Minka the dog's home, but the guys take care of everything).
There's a breakfast room that makes you think you're in a Jane Austen novel (or Bridgerton for you young 'uns) and a beautiful lounge/bar for lazy afternoons and evenings after you've walked all over Torbay. You'll have plenty of energy to explore because the breakfasts don't skimp on anything (I'm torn between the scrambled eggs with smoked salmon and the blueberry pancakes).
Our room (5) was - surprise - amazing and it was a real struggle to get out of the giant bed and actually go sightseeing. Also - and this is key - they don't leave little sachets of nasty uht "milk" on the tea/coffee tray - there's a fridge downstairs with little thermos' of real milk so you can have your morning cuppa whilst you read Agatha Christie novels in bed (or is that just me?)