Another Hot day.

A day like today was too good to waste so this morning we went for a leisurely 2 hour stroll around Morte Point. Going in the morning meant that we had no trouble finding a space in the car park and we weren't held up by traffic heading down to the beach at Woolacombe. On our way home we felt really sorry for the people stuck in the traffic jam which started by the turn off to Lee Bay (that's before the pink house at the turn-off to Puts). Peter estimated that it would take about an hour to get down the one road into Woolacombe but after a couple of weeks of grey or wet days you can't blame people wanting to get to the beach.

Out on the cliffs there were very few people around, just a few sheep and some birds. 

Looking at Rockham Bay  we could see that the steps down had been repaired since our last walk that way. The edge of the campsite can be seen slightly to the right of the centre of the picture. It must be lovely to walk down to the beach in the mornings.

There were 3 or 4 seals at the usual spot and one fluffy one that was sunning itself out on the rocks.

Coming around the Point we could see the crowds on the beach and the glint of the enormous summer car park in the fields behind Woolacombe.

We were surprised to see our usual way along a sheep track deliberately blocked by dead furze bushes so we had to take a slightly longer route. Later on we found that another of our paths had been widened (by National Trust volunteers I expect) making that section a lot less  hazardous for my bare legs.

These ewes were keeping their bottoms warm in the sun and their heads cool in the shade.

At home I had taken advantage of the hot breezy day to air out all the tops in one of my storage boxes. They've now been packed away again, all freshened up minus 4 tops that can go to the charity shop. Before I succumbed to an afternoon of sitting out in the sun I sharpened the shears and cut the grass on the steps and paths that Peter hadn't been able to get to with the mower. I've also been picking up the fallen leaves and blossom from the stone raised bed every day. At first that might seem a bit obsessive but at some point I would be picking up all the leaves and blossom anyway. Leaving them to accumulate not only spoils the hint of a Zen garden but over time the leaves either dry up and crumble into a dozen pieces when you pick them up or turn into an unpleasant sludge which sticks to the stones.