Move house on the Monday, go on holiday on the Tuesday.
My brain is a bit confused.


The first day of 3 camping in Woolacombe. We pitched the tent, had a celebratory packet of Pom-Bears, then decided to walk to the beach. Absolute disaster of a decision. It was the steepest road I've ever walked on. My sandals had zero grip, and I was wearing a floor length dress, so I had to take stupidly tiny steps. Graham found it hilarious. The walk back was even worse. I got quite sweary: at Graham for not driving us, at the road sign for suggesting the climb was only 23%, and at Devon for having such a stupid piece of geography.

Between walking down and up again we did have a nice time - paddling, eating chips and lounging in the sun.



In the evening there was a trip to the Co-op in Ilfracombe, a game of Harry Potter Top Trumps and a few games of Pass The Pigs (I won spectacularly).