Ian woke me in the middle of the night with bad news. It was 4.30am before he needed the loo and was too light for stars. The final day of our holiday was set to be scorcchio. We decided on a lazy day with a trip to the beach. All except Alex who was going to do a suicide run over the Quantocks. we had another full English then played more pool and lazed around in the lovely garden all morning before leaving Kathy and her pigeon and shoehorn companions. We drove to the bottom of a Quantock hill in Bicknoller and threw Alex out. Off he went while we drove down to Klive beach. It turns out this is actually called Kilve, much to my consternation.
Klive beach is a fossil hunters beach which have Vicky and Chris an hour or so of amusement. It also had crabs. ‘Have you seen any?’ I asked Ian. ‘Just the dead one Misty just ate.’
Fossil hunting
Fossil finding
It was also pretty cold on there and a rain shower started pelting us due to the wind. At that moment my watch pinged. ‘Heathrow records 3rd highest temp on record. 37.3.’
It wasn’t too long before Alex arrived on the beach so we all retired for a cream tea. The guy on the next table was obnoxious, which gave us loads to talk about.
Alex’s run
We arrived home early, much to Kathys delight. The girls had decided to buy the tea and decided on pizza from the cider farm. Unfortunately I was cream tea stuffed so didn’t want any. More pool, Richards quiz, (sorry Heather) then bedtime.
TOILET WATCH
The tea room was outside only and had no toilets so I have nothing I’m afraid
STARWATCH
Cloudy
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