22nd September 2024 Lynmouth and Minehead

Last week the sun shone and we certainly made the most of it. Our grandchildren were staying and we were able to have several beach days as well as days out and days at home.

We visited Lynmouth, just over the border in North Devon. We found a great little Coffee Shack, new this year, and deserving of success.

A relaxing cup of coffee was just what we needed. Just a short walk over the bridge led us here.

Take a look and have a great Coffee if you're there. Rugs and hessian cushions were laid out on the wall.

We rode the Cliff Railway from Lynton to Lynmouth, not easy with a pushchair and a pram, as both had to be collapsed. It was worth it though, for the views.

The sea was the bluest I've seen for a long while and the sun was out all day!

Other days were spent on the beach, building more sandcastles. I've become quite proficient ☺️. Paddling almost daily and picnics and snacks in our camper, some days on the driveway 😘. Memories made.

I so wish the world could be at peace, that all children could experience carefree family life. This week the rain has returned, however, the sun shone for those wonderful, important, days last week. And I'm grateful for that.

Adamts13 results remain high ☺️

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