With the clocks going forward last night we seem to have rushed straight into summer. Another beautiful day today that lulls you into thinking our weather is wonderful. Our 'summers' tend to be so miserable that we intend to take full advantage of every sunny day we get. Peter was up early for a row out on the river and came back thoroughly worn out. They started out on a normal training row but then it was decided to race against the A-team. That's a 3 1/2 mile sprint! Even after that he was game enough to go on a long walk with me.
We took our longest route first going down to the little wooded valley that leads out to Bennet's Mouth. It is too early for the bluebells but the celandine's and wild daffodils are being joined by the little wood violets. The warmth had brought out a pair of magical brown butterflies that danced around each other under the trees.
There was a slight sea mist so there were no clear views across to Wales or later on to Lundy.
After a brief stop at Bennet's Mouth we took the high path to the top of the cliffs round to Bull Point Lighthouse and then carried on round to Morte Point. We both found the steep stepped sections quite hard on our knees but managed to keep up a good pace on the more level paths. By the time we stopped for coffee at Morte Point there were quite a few people out enjoying the good weather and lovely scenery.
We took our longest route first going down to the little wooded valley that leads out to Bennet's Mouth. It is too early for the bluebells but the celandine's and wild daffodils are being joined by the little wood violets. The warmth had brought out a pair of magical brown butterflies that danced around each other under the trees.
There was a slight sea mist so there were no clear views across to Wales or later on to Lundy.
After a brief stop at Bennet's Mouth we took the high path to the top of the cliffs round to Bull Point Lighthouse and then carried on round to Morte Point. We both found the steep stepped sections quite hard on our knees but managed to keep up a good pace on the more level paths. By the time we stopped for coffee at Morte Point there were quite a few people out enjoying the good weather and lovely scenery. Back home I washed the large fluffy bed throw that I had left soaking in the bath (it is too bulky to put in the washing machine). It was as I struggled to wring out the water from the throw that I remembered why I had decided last time that it would be better to take the throw into the launderette in town. To add insult to injury as I hung it out to dry I realised it could have done with more rinsing and I am still going to have to take it into town to do the job properly. All that time and effort wasted! Feeling somewhat worn out I then mowed all the lawns before collapsing for an hour in the sun while Peter cooked up another barbecue.
We ended our evening watching the final of Dancing on Ice but it was too warm to think about having a wood fire.
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