Sunny.

Woke up this morning to lovely sun. This wren, smaller than an egg, was hopping about in the hedge. For us it was a perfect day to head off down to the beach at Woolacombe. Not surprisingly after a week of miserable wet weather, the whole world and his family were also heading down to Woolacombe. Or so it seemed. The tail back started about a mile from the village but luckily there is a great view of the sea all the way down that road.

No chance of parking along the road and the main car park  was full. Instead we parked in the other car park field which must have had thousands of cars in. We then joined the throng making its way down to the beach which was absolutely heaving. 

The dry sand above the tide line was packed out with families in all their encampments screened off from the sharp sea breeze by wind breaks and tents.

Once we got down to the wet sand there was plenty of space for games of cricket, kite flying, wet suit clad children and surfers making the trek down to the sea and dog walkers out for some exercise. 

We walked most of the way to Putsborough before turning back. The beach is one of the few places Milo gets to run off the lead though as both his sight and his hearing are poor he kept losing us and trying to wander off with other people. (Spot him in the photo above.)

Feeling refreshed by the walk and the sea air we walked back to the car for something to eat and a vital cup of tea. Then while Sam went off for a swim we relaxed in the sun.

After leaving Woolacombe we drove to Barnstaple so that I could pick up my car, £170 for a new barrel for the key! I called in at the Co-Op for a few things and right now supper is cooking and Sam and Kate are enjoying the sun in the garden. The sparrows' nest has gone quiet. Hopefully the youngster(s) have flown as sadly we found a dead female sparrow by the conservatory.