Gone.

Last night's windy weather continued through the day but fortunately the heavy rain didn't and we've even had some sun.

This morning when I went to check I found that the wind had turned the BBR around and poor Gandalf had fallen over and broken his arm. I managed to get them both back to rights with the broken arm tied to the staff for support.

And look! Photos of all the scarecrows are on line and there is another Gandalf. He is down the other end of the village by the public toilets enacting out the same scene. It's a bit small but the writing on his sign says - "You shall not pass, unless you pay a fee." which is a comment on the fact that you have to pay to use these toilets (the ones by the lifeboat station are free). I think it's 40p and the thought going through my head and probably anyone of my generation is "8 shillings to spend a penny!" He's a pretty good Gandalf though.

 

Repairs done I relaxed on the terrace with my tea watching the very wild seas. The ornamental grasses were waving gracefully in the wind and the sun on the pheasant grass made it look as if it were on fire. The aquilegias are already going to seed and will need cutting down to make room for the other perennials, mostly hardy geraniums, growing in the borders. The thrift growing on either side of the path is beginning to look faded but I'll leave the flowers heads for the finches which I've seen feeding on them. Then came the daily Duo Lingo which I like to get done before breakfast. As well as Welsh I've now added Greek for a reason which will become apparent later.

Today's walk was another river walk and after debating between a river walk with company or a wild beach walk alone I opted for the beach walk. Five kite surfers and a single wind surfer were out taking advantage of the wind but there were not so many people on the beach. I spoke to four different people who had brought dogs onto the beach reminding them nicely (I hope) that the dog ban extends right up to the golf course. They were all on a sheltered bit of beach above the tide line that is popular with families so all the more reason not to have dogs there. Luckily they all took it well. I'm the sort of person who feels that rules should be followed, but only if they make sense. I ignore rules that are pointless so I don't think I'd do well in the army.

There were only a few of the big barrel jellyfish on the sand but a number of sea gooseberries which at first I mistook for bubbles in the sea foam. They don't sting at all but catch their prey with sticky tentacles.

I walked right up to the far end of the village and then went to check if the never open shop was open. It wasn't, no surprise there but sadly the wooden birds we had been hoping to buy had gone. Such a shame as they were really lovely.

Instead I walked back to another shop that sells art works. They had some interesting sculptures made from metal objects with prices to reflect that they were original art works. I took photos of some of the paintings to show Peter but at around £300 far above any birthday present budget. If given a choice I would buy either of the two top paintings which show show the headland under the War Memorial or the picture below.

I then cut back onto the beach through a new alley for a windy walk home.

After a few indoor jobs I wrapped up well to sit out on the terrace to read. Wonderful.