We woke to sun and quiet as we had forgotten that the electricity supply was going to be turned off (for repairs) today. Luckily that doesn't affect the rayburn so we still had hot water and could cook. Peter did have to delay his plan to clean out the rayburn as the hoover is essential for this job. Instead he finally cut down the small tree that was hanging too low over the stream. He even brought it down without landing on any of the clumps of newly emerging astilbes in the bog garden. It is surprising how much more open the area looks now even though it was only a few big branches.Once we had cleared away all the wood we moved our bed and I painted another wall in our bedroom. The weather was looking quite good, warm in the sun but icy cold when the many clouds were blown across in front of the sun. We headed down for another beach walk at Coombesgate and found when we got there almost unbroken blue skies. That's the drawback of living inland, we get the worst of the cloud cover.
There were many people at the beach taking advantage of the good weather so we turned (from this view south along Woolacombe towards Putsborough) and explored the rocks at the north end of the beach.
There were many people at the beach taking advantage of the good weather so we turned (from this view south along Woolacombe towards Putsborough) and explored the rocks at the north end of the beach.
We noticed that the sand looked a bit higher and everything was generally messier after Monday's severe weather. It was very pleasant walking along and listening to the roar of the waves.
We ended our walk by sitting on a bench high on the cliff, looking out to Lundy and watching the waves. There were a few surfers but the waves weren't very good. Fine for the children out body boarding but not enough power in the waves to surf. Most of the surfers gave up after a while apart from 2 who just sat out at the back of the waves waiting for them to pick up. I used to spend hours sitting up on the cliff at Puts while Romas waited in the water and occasionally caught a good wave.
Reluctantly we left the setting sun and came home. Peter cooked some lamb steaks on the barbecue while I painted the skirting board of the wall behind our bed so that we wouldn't have to move the bed again.
The evening sun shone around the back of the house on to the newly cut logs. As the tree was on Paul's land they do belong to him. Next time I see him I shall mention that we have stacked them and hopefully he will say we can take them as he has thinned out a number of trees along one of the fields and has a lot of wood stacked there already.
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