Sand in my Sandals

This has been a good weekend for walks in the rain. After yesterday's epic, a nice flat eight mile or so Hessenford-Seaton-Downderry and beyond and back was a cooldown, no more.



Although the forecast was for showers and the ground was wet from the last couple of days' rain I wore sandals - it's almost always possible to do that walk with dry feet, whatever the weather. The local council have done their best to make the path through Seaton Valley as easy as possible, with duckboards over the muddiest bits, and although it isn't completely successful it did make a lot of difference. The old country park bit of the walk is tarmaced anyway, and the beach is the beach. My sandals filled up with nice damp sand as we struggled back from Clayden into the wind and the rain - the heaviest rain of the day was, of course, when we were walking straight into it.



There have been even more home improvements at Seaton Beach Cafe over the winter, and a cup of tea and rock cake in an elegant beach shelter with its own woodburner was very welcome. On the way back through the woods the sun came out, gilding all the new green until it was almost too bright to bear.