Good Old British Holiday

Exceedingly keen visit to an otter sanctuary this morning meant we all got a nap in the car park before it opened. Is there a more Alan Partridge moment than that? Farm shopped, fed the ducks, flew the kite, watched the waves on the beach and filled wellies with pebbles. I ran along the Ley again in the drizzle and wind and had a delicious steak for supper. We're loving it and so relaxed. 

Oh how things change! At the other end of the spectrum from Costa Rican zip wire adventures and Appalachian mountains and some of our more spontaneous trips together to Mexican jungles and the like. But so pleased the rain, salt and sea air will be in Bobbin's memories. And, we hear there might be a woman with a bee beard to visit around here....