It was a typical holiday morning, soft rain which kept us indoors. The rain stopped in the afternoon so we decided to head down to Putsborough Beach. Despite the overcast sky it was surprisingly warm. The Sam, Vytas, Kate B and Romas headed into the waves with bodyboards, (I can't go in because of my eyes, shame), but there wasn't any surf. Instead they all went running down to the other end of the beach and back , about 3 1/2 miles. 
Kate and I guarded the encampment and looked after the flasks of tea. Milo dug lots of holes in the sand in his usual terrier like fashion. That's OK until the sand starts flying in your direction.
We've always preferred the Putsborough end of the beach as it is hardly developed. Just a few houses, car park, beach shop and the caravan site. I think it would be lovely to have a holiday there, long evening walks along the sea watching the sun go down and then waking in the morning with the sea lapping down below.
Kate and I guarded the encampment and looked after the flasks of tea. Milo dug lots of holes in the sand in his usual terrier like fashion. That's OK until the sand starts flying in your direction.
We've always preferred the Putsborough end of the beach as it is hardly developed. Just a few houses, car park, beach shop and the caravan site. I think it would be lovely to have a holiday there, long evening walks along the sea watching the sun go down and then waking in the morning with the sea lapping down below.
Looking right down the beach to the village of Woolacombe.
Linas went with Peter this morning to Exeter and then onto Plymouth by train to collect the last of his belongings before handing back his flat key. He is now officially living back at home.
