One more glance at the ever changing sea...

Fair to say, my heart aches for the sea and from time to time I have to get some seashore time. I do love Gloucestershire, but the Bristol Channel ain't quite there for me. lol.

Leaving the farmhouse for another year, we drifted northwards and stopped off near Tintagel, at Trebarwith Strand. I spent some time with the foaming waves before we hot Tintagel itself.

Pasties for lunch, of course. 

And a bit late in the month for Silly Saturday but especially for the petrolheads, a couple of daft cars. I particularly liked the flower bed, which had cleverly been planted to look like an Aston Martin.