It definitely rained in the night. Very heavily. I thought of all those poor people in tents, then rolled over and went back to sleep. By morning the sun was shining again, although the temperature had taken a turn for the worse and I needed a jumper to take Misty up the hill, where she chased an early morning rabbit. After a breakfast of bacon and egg sandwiches we decided on a walk to Combe Martin. About a four mile round trip, should be just right for Misty. At the top of the dog field is the gate onto the coastal path, so we dragged her up and through, onto the old coach road. A few hundred yards along is a path down to Broadsands beach, which is supposed to be very picturesque, but also has very many steps. We decided we would maybe go there on our own. We passed a very nice cliff top hotel on the way in which we earmarked for a stop on the way back, before descending a steep path into the town. One of the beaches is dog friendly so Misty had a lovely swim in the sea.
Misty in the sea
After that we walked down into the town, once again noticing the careful considerate parking, and had coffee and a cake at a cafe. Misty had a dog ice cream
Coffee and cake
After that it was back to the Sandy Bay hotel, well behaved dogs allowed on the terrace. While in Rickmansworth we went out for lunch and Heather had Pimms and lemonade. I was driving so could not partake. Now was my time!
Pimms on the terrace
I do exist!
Back at the campsite we were just settling down for a nice cuppa, when lonely boy returned. He had the car window down and was on the phone, on speakerphone, to a very loud gentleman who was doing a good impression of Brian Blessed. Luckily the phone call lasted no longer than half an hour or so.
We had decided to go toThe Sawmill for tea. A restaurant just at the end of the valley. We chilled for a bit longer then it got really chilly and I had to go inside. I couldn’t reach to close the sunlights so I jumped under the covers and had an afternoon nap with rain pitter pattering on the roof. I can recommend!
The Sawmill is about a five minute walk and we arrived around 6pm, only having had cake for lunch. On arrival a surly gent asked us ‘Have you booked?!’. On hearing that we had not, and with a lot of tutting and head shaking, he kindly allowed us in his ‘back room’. He even deigned to put the lights on. ‘It may be a long wait, we are very short staffed.’ He huffed. Luckily the rest of the team were much more friendly. The food came really quickly, and was surprisingly nice with huge portions. We shared a bottle of wine and put the world to rights.
Burrito bowl and fish pie
Back at Dame Shirley we did a few more quizzes and attempted to watch an episode of Annika, but it transpires afternoon naps make you sleepy so I went to bed leaving Ian and Misty to face the goats alone.
OS watch
I forgot to restart after stopping a couple of times so the real distance is 4.5
Neighbour watch
There are new kids in town! A tent full of children arrived late on down the valley and the children are running wild. Why are they not at school? To be fair the site has loads for kids to do and it’s great to see them out and about in the fresh air. And, despite their shrieking and running, we can’t hear them at all in dame Shirley. But we are old and miserable and don’t like kids when we are on holiday.
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