Trip Start Aug 03, 2012
8Trip End Aug 17, 2012
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It's a good walk to Gara Rock, up country lanes and over fields riddled with horse flies and nettles. Unfortunately, when we arrived it was high tide and the beach was, while not nonexistent, certainly not noticeably not nonexistent. So A and B sat on the rocks for a while and R, E and S got very, very wet trying to get round the edge of the rocks to the other bits of the beach. Slowly the tide withdrew and we could explore further, avoiding the red sea urchins, scrambling over the clifflike rocks and somehow inexplicably still getting soaked.
The sun sparkled on the sea, the clouds sparkled in the sun as they floated over the beach, and we sat on the beach looking at the clouds wondering when we'd get to see the sparkling sun. Sea kayaks kayaked on the sea, sea gulls wheeled in the clouds and the tide continued to go out. And then, when there was enough beach for it to be technically called a beach, we had to start walking back.
In the evening we went to The Cricketers at Beesands, a stunning four star place that not only allowed the dog to dine beneath our table, but also produced wonderful, fish orientated food. The fish was all caught off the bay by the staff, and was - in a word - wonderful. In two words - wonderfully wonderful. In five words - a wonderfully wonder of wonderfulness. And, in a spluttering cacophony of noise - it was a wonder, wonderfully full of wonderous wonderosity.
Only three of those were actually words.
And thus ended our most eventful day so far. Hazily, damply and full of fishy food.