It had been a cool day, overcast and grey, so I succumbed to the housework; washed and tumble-dried the bedding and towels, vacuumed right through (so easy with a bungalow!), dusted and tidied the kitchen before making a pot of tea and picking up my book.
But I couldn't settle; the lawns needed cutting again and maybe it would rain tomorrow . . .
Then, at almost 4pm, the lawns were cut, the sun came out and I made a spur of the moment decision:
So that's where Zac and I went and enjoyed a lovely gentle stroll along a deserted beach, followed by a cappuccino (for me) and a doggy chewstick (for him) at the Beach Cafe.
I'm always intrigued by steps that disappear to an unseen place . . .
Looking back towards Seaton holiday flats and 'Waves' restaurant and to the right, the hillside houses of Downderry.