It's been a pretty grey and miserable day but finally I managed to persuade some of our party that we needed a breath of fresh air down at the coast. It was already getting dark when we got there but the wind blew away some of the cobwebs that were wrapping my mind in a miasma of housewifely duties. (Yep, I've had another hot toddy to clear the cough while watching Alien V Predator 3?). The shark on the beach sign is an addition by a local graffiti artist who we may be buying some art work from.
There were some very large waves rolling in and the tide was very high.
We drove via Morthoe where we dropped the active members of our group, Sam and the boys, off to hike right around the headland while we drove down and parked by Barricane Beach. They tend to specialise in striding out faster and faster in macho competitiveness which is far too fast and not enjoyable for amblers like myself. Instead we had a gentle stroll down to the beach watching other people getting out of the way of the waves and one happy dog, a bearded collie, getting extremely wet.
A post script to yesterday's post, apparently only the chariot was painted by Vytas and the skeletons are Romas' . Must get the facts right.
