Fowey

One day we went to visit a friend of Steven's who has left the police force and opened up two restaurants with his wife.  What a great place he's got at Lazy Jack's Kitchen.  We had pizza by the seaside, a few more than a few drinks, then headed to the local's bar for not-really-locals (reminded me of Happidus in Beomgye…full of expats).  What a beautiful day out and what a joy to hear the two of them reminisce about days gone by.  

Steven recalls a time when he was in the navy that his captain pulled the ship into the estuary and docked there for a few days.  The place was so memorable for Steven, that he kept going back when on leave.  To bring Calum and I there was a real joy for him (if I do say so myself!)…great to see a place through someone else's eyes and feel what they could have felt years and years ago.  

Running in Devon

Check out that fireplace!  I'm missing it already :(

Steven, his brothers, and I headed out along a few trails atop a few cliffs, overlooking a big, blue sea.  What a magical place (we recuperated every night in puddles of wine in positions like those demonstrated above in front of this glorious fire.  Bliss).

Freezing Family Beach Day

Steven and I headed out for an early run and not only did I go over on my ankle, but I fell HARD on the ground (see child-friendly bandaid, above).  It was not my best outing.  We had done two runs in the previous two days, so I think I was tired, but still, two injuries in one day left me a little worse for wear by the time we went home.  I was in so much pain after this glorious beach day, I had to lean on Steven the whole walk back to the car.  It was excruciating.  A few days off now have left it healed quite nicely, thankfully.  

So here you have it: what we thought was the most glorious beach in all of Devon: East Portlemouth, just near Mill Bay.  What a joy to get into the freezing cold water (even just to the waist down!) and lounge around on the sandy beach.  

After a long day in the sunshine, the clouds rolled in and it was high time to get a fire started.  Ah, the good life.

Crabbing

Don't be so crabby…