The weekend before last, my parents came to stay and we took them for a blustery walk at Mothecombe Beach. With my standard expert blogging skills, I managed to forget my camera, so photos today are courtesy of my dad; hence the rather higher quality than usual!
It was definitely a sharp introduction to some proper autumn weather - grim grey, fridge freezing and blowing a gale.
Despite the not-so-brilliant weather, there were all sorts of beautiful things to look at.
After struggling along the shore one way and then being blasted back the other way, we sheltered in a corner by the cliffs for a spot of tea and home made madeleines.
Full of tea and blown upwards downwards and every which way, we trundled home to warm up by the fire.
Such a lovely weekend, especially as now my lovely husband has been whisked off to sea for a few weeks and now I am all alone and husbandless.
...and wallowing in self pity!
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