The morning arrived and we woke up as the campsite was stirring around us.
No real hurry, we had a leisurely breakfast, then set off for the beach.
The sun was poking out around the clouds, and there was a relatively strong
wind.
We walked down the road/ path then across the sands towards the sea. Bertie had
fun in the river outlet helped by his "pack"
The sea was warmer than I had imagined, Bryon and Toby braved the depths more
than the rest of us The tides however, was also coming in and raced across the
sands. A last paddle then we walked around the cliffs to the bay beyond.
From here up the steep grassy bank to slopes above the cliffs.
A pause for lunch hiding from the wind in a little hollow. An opportunity for me to scare the tourists away with a few tunes on the bagpipes.
Next it was on to the castle, where to our surprise we saw several cattle going down the steep slopes to the river ... deep cool sand.
Back down on the beach ... Chris tried to fly his kite .. it took off but did not stay up for long .. my memories of doing this as a boy was exactly the same.
Back up the track to the campsite for tea.