Today it was meant to rain but, as has happened almost every day of my coastal walking adventures, the promised precipitation didn't show up. We had cool breezes, a perfect 19 degree temperature, but according to my phone there was 100% humidity. It was rather sweaty.
It was a woodland path, mostly, with little view of the sea or coastline. The most amazing thing was that the whole time we were in the forest, we could hear a constant low humming engine noise. It was the bees. Like some sort of invisible sci-fi spaceship somewhere out of sight.
Our first stop-off: Maidencombe beach cafe for a cup of tea.
There have been gazillions of these all along the way since Brixham. Sweet n juicy.
We don't think we heard any cirl buntings, but we did see a kestrel hovering.
And heard lots of robins, a blackcap and possibly a wren.
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| Sweaty and bad hair |
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| At the top of a bloody long, steep hill near Teignmouth. Please, no more! |
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| Hooray, we made it to the top! |
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| Savouring the fruits of our labour (note sweaty back). |
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| Got the ferry from Shaldon to Teignmouth. |
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| After lunch, we find a shop (name) much to Colin's taste. |
Got the bus back to Babbacombe and then hopped in the car, got our togs from the Airbnb and went for a quick swim at Meadfoot beach. The water was really warm but there were a lot of rocks and too much seaweed.
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| Who needs James Bond? |
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| At one with nature. |
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