The day started a bit grey and damp but that just meant that the run wasn't too hot. It brightened up mid-morning - we've been lucky with the weather outperforming the forecast this holiday.
Each day has seen a flock of these boats out racing. A quick Google told me that they are vintage Redwings. And this is their national championships. At one point the wind dropped so much that they were moving at a snail's pace. A sea snail's pace.
Hot choc on the prom and it was time to go to Barnstaple to pick up H. She was later than originally planned and, of course, C assumed that H had missed her Eurostar. I told C to give H a bit of credit. And, of course, it turned out that H HAD missed her Eurostar. Helped in this by unreliable Uber.
It was great to see H after quite a while.