A Sunny Sunday.

Wasn't the weather just beautiful this Sunday afternoon? A soft light filled the air turning even the hot sunshine into a misty-edged gold. We went for a walk through the town looking at the boats in the harbour en-route before heading off to the beach for a chilled out couple of hours.



The waves crashed in as though they were in a hurry, white frothy tops curling and breaking onto the sandy shore in a manic rush



as the turbulent sea surged and swelled making ready for the next onslaught.



We searched for shells, but there were few of these pretty flat winkles in evidence for once.



Colours seemed to gleam in the misty light, even the bright, bright pink of Lucy's cardigan taking on a softer tone as she clambered over the rocks.



Isabella busied herself by bashing a rock against the limpet shells in a determined effort to reduce them to sand.



Fortunately they were already broken before she got hold of them!



The strong breeze was exhilarating and did away with the need to chat as we sat soaking up the day with our backs against the hot stone. So wonderful to just watch it all happening just in front of us, the noise of the waves overladen every so often with the peep-peeping of oyster catchers. These graceful birds are one of my favourites, the sound of their calling reminding me of watching them as a child on the beach at Bude in north Cornwall where I grew up.



Rock pools to investigate



Running with the wind in her hair, sea-soaked skirts billowing around her legs



And a thoughtful Mr Davey strolled across the sands.



In the distance we spotted some brave/mad souls wading through the swirling water to reach the larger rocks.



The waves grew higher and higher after they left, finally covering the rocks as the tide raced in.



Very beautiful to watch with sillhoueted rocks seeming forbidding in the haze.



The weekend didn't only consist of the beach however, not with a brand new cardboard box in the house. No, much sellotape and marker pen ink was used as they created a clubhouse;



one which I note I am not allowed to enter (despite being the one to clear it away at the end of the day!).



So, it was a good weekend in all, helped along by these scrumptious chocolate chip muffins courtesy of Dave and Isabella.



Back tomorrow hopefully with a new make for my website. Have fun x