Walked round the coast to the Padstow ferry today. The land is part of the National Trust estate and just beautiful. The beach at Damar (?) has gently sloping golden sand and is sheltered from the main waves. That’s tomorrow’s prime objective.
Padstow seems to contain as many dogs as humans at this time of year. Every other party has a canine companion of some shape, coat or scale. On the advice of the Scheuerls, who arrived a little ahead by bike, we bought pasties from the “award winning” Chough Bakery. Oh they were good alright. No idea how the others in Padstow compare but these were up to snuff.
Sat on the edge of the pier I caught glimpse of a gull swooping with a gnat’s whisker to spare over Jamie’s head. Followed by “Oh my goodness, that gull just took Jamie’s sandwich from his hand!!” Mugged in broad daylight in the centre of a crowded town and nothing anyone could do.
Heading back it was low water and there were some cockles on the surface just above water’s edge. Sadly by the time I realised the bounty would be short lived, it was too late and there were only 9 in the bag. One turned out to be an empty shell held together with silt. My first taste of cockles convinced me that they’d be worth a bit of elbow grease with a spade.
Bar one superman dive after we rejoined the path it was a pleasurable amble between conversations with consecutive canines. 5 miles plus the wander round town, enough to give someone 4 days shy of three years old a healthy glow and desire to sleep.