A slow start to the day had Grandad’s plans to take us to the beach in disarray. He came home from work to find that I had just woken up and as soon as we had managed to feed everyone lunch it was Sam’s turn to fall asleep on us.
We eventually mustered the troops and were ready to leave the house by four and only had a sliver of daylight left in which to do anything. Ideas of a walk on the beach thus got shelved in favour of a trip to Pew Tor.
We parked at the bottom of the tor, and with Sam stowed in the hod on Bill’s back, walked to the top and back, searching for letterboxes along the way.