The Shadows

Our last morning in Westward Ho! before heading home. So up early, across the rocks, through the rockpools, over the sand, to the waves and then to the coffee shop for breakfast. All by 9 o'clock.

Bitterly bitterly cold, but beautifully crisp. We stood here, facing the sea with our eyes closed taking deep breaths of salty air. Until Sonny shot us with a seashell and ran off that is.