As usual, the weather didn’t promise anything (more rain in other words) on Friday, and as we had our packing to do, we decided a hearty cooked breakfast in the restaurant was called for, followed by a walk around the holiday park and along the cliffs to the south. As it turned out, I didn’t really enjoy the breakfast, I tend to grill mine when I cook one, and it was far too fatty for my liking. K enjoyed hers though. We then set off along the road towards the pitch area for anyone staying in tents etc, or who bring their own towing caravans.
It wasn’t raining thank goodness, and once we set off along the cliff top and it turned out to be a very enjoyable walk.
There were supposed to be some newts to see around the walk but I didn’t spot any, despite trying to be as quiet as possible. I only wished that I felt up to walking much further along the path but as it was, I soon felt tired, and so we cut the walk short and returned to the holiday park.
You can just see what the surrounding countryside looks like around those parts, its spectacular, and besides enjoying the breath-taking views, there are loads of attractive wild flowers growing everywhere.
It had certainly been a holiday to remember this year, what with gale force winds and pouring rain, but nethertheless, enjoyable if only for the break away to somewhere different and which held some pleasant memories of when the children were younger.