So today, being the last of the really good weather, we really made the most of it.
730 am and we were on Wembury beach (I say ‘we’ obviously our son the teenogre was still comatose) and the beach was all ours. The tide was out, the sand un-footprinted, and there is something just magical about that morning light.
We ambled,we peered in rock pools, we beach combed. We lit the barbecue and had sausage bacon and egg and fresh coffee. I did some drawing, and it really has been far too long, and we snoozed and read our books.
By 9 the sporty folk had arrived, carrying their sea kayaks and surfboards (and paddles, no wind, no surf) , and launched and set off to sea.
By 10 folk were determinedly marching across the sands armed with coolers and fold up chairs, and the beach filled up with the sounds of hammering as unnecessary but territory claiming windbreaks were set up, and inflatables being filled. The tide wandered in and people claimed their pitches above the tideline.
We packed up at 1030 – three hours really is plenty on the beach – and a grateful Dad and his kids asked if they could have our spot.
Home, and back to work, we took apart lots and lots of pallets. And wore ourselves out completely
Then we headed to Haytor, which we had virtually to ourselves, despite the wonderful weather(apparently there was something tv) had a picnic – well ok it was a takeaway we picked up on the way, and we sat, the three of us and watched the sun set.
So very tired, but worth every minute.