Rain All Day.

There was a bit of a drama last night when I went to collect Peter. I pulled up by the cattle market car park to find Peter had gone to the assistance of a drunk/homeless person who was collapsed on the pavement. Initially the bloke had not been breathing though when Peter put him in the recovery position he began to breathe while remaining out to the world. At the same time 2 girls from the coffee shop had come over and one rang for the emergency services. Eventually we ended up with 2 paramedics in cars and an ambulance by which time the bloke had revived enough to mumble his name to the paramedics which was when we left. Peter was most cross that several cars had driven past and a couple of pedestrians had walked by before he had intervened. A life is a life after all even if it is a very lost soul.

I haven't done much today but I carried on with carefully removing the grease from the top of the rayburn. Peter thinks I am mad or at least OC to  be doing this but I maintain that it looks better. In between I have been happily browsing Etsy as Peter has asked for ideas for an anniversary present. (40 years next month!) 

Now back to Lundy, we seem to have had the best week weather wise, the previous week it had been so bad that for 3 nights some campers slept in the Tavern and others in the church.

Thursday - no pre-breakfast walk for me. We had planned to go up the main path to try and find the neolithic ruins but we found ourselves behind a trail of people who had come up from the boat. Instead we cut across by the Old Light and walked up the western coast and then down to the Battery.

We had a good explore around the ruined cottage where 2 families had once lived, at one point there were 13 people living in the tiny dwellings. 

Peter is very interested in military history but I let the many details about the 18 inch cannons flow over my head and instead watched the sea below and a couple of climbers who were disappearing over the edge. The cannons were only in use for 15 years after which rockets were fired off in foggy conditions and 15 years after the place was deserted.

Having made it back up to the top, I did find it easier the second time, we walked southwards until we found a natural level platform where we sat and ate our picnic looking out towards Devon and Cornwall. 

Refreshed we walked along the south coast of the island not going too close to the Devil's Limekiln (above). It's a sea cave with the roof fallen in at one end making it look a bit like a volcano with vertical sides going down to the sea below. The pyramid shaped rock to the right is called the Stopper because legend has it that it blew out of the limekiln and landed in the sea. From there we cut back to the village not yet visiting the castle which can be seen in the photo below. 

Later that evening while we were playing Scrabble we saw a piece of a rainbow  ending in the sea. It looked more like a vertical coloured beam of light descending from the clouds. There was also a spectacular sunset which I tried to photograph but I'm a little rusty with the manual settings so the photo doesn't do it justice.