Beer, anyone?

Although it was baltic and icy underfoot, I met Michelle for a coffee before work after that lunatic had been out for a super early run. We even popped into a little bakery and had mince pies with Christmas trees iced on top. I was supping a gingerbread latte. Michelle (South African) reckons the festive themed drinks in coffee shops are some of the best reasons for being in the UK around Christmas.

I spent most of the day copy-editing a document which I finally sent off several hours later. I broke it up with a lunchtime walk through the wood, up the hill, atop the cliff and finally along the pebble beach. The route took me to the viewpoint over Beer, a fishing and tourist village that probably developed as a smugglers’ cove. Fishing boats have to be winched or dragged up the beach by tractors as there’s no harbour. This walk takes around an hour factoring in photo-taking time, so if there’s a better way to spend a lunch break, I wanna hear it.

By the evening, winter gales had arrived in Seaton and I realised we’d been lulled into a false sense of security. We got absolutely dumped on by a rain shower as we headed out to a fish and chip shop for a second consecutive night (naturally, we’re by the sea innit), but it didn’t dampen our spirits or our speed in wolfing our food down.