The Cobb at Lyme Regis

We stopped here for lunch, and it was absolutely lovely, it proper cheered me up from my leaving Dartmouth slump.

The journey home was otherwise uneventful, and now we are home: the cat is meowing at us in her irritation at us going away on her, and the house vaguely smells of her. The children are plugged into their gadgets, all is well.

And tomorrow I have to think about work. But not until tomorrow.