Day of Rest at Woolacombe

By: Mike




Sunday 12 July

We didn't plan this to be a day off, but Becky asked if she could come and see us.  A leisurely and delicious breakfast at The Crown of scrambled eggs was followed by a coffee in Woolacombe and lunch with Becks at the Woolacombe Bay Hotel Brasserie.  Very nice.  Becky and I had mackerel and Chris went for the crab linguine.  With chilled white wine and coffee, good value at £85.00.  
It's another beautiful day and Becky is determined to go in the sea, preferably on her surfboard.  We go out onto the sands.  There's not so much as a ripple, so the surboard stays on the beach.  Becky and I have a very enjoyable swim instead. Most beaches in Devon fly blue flags and don't allow dogs in the summer.  They do at Woolacombe.  So if you are on holiday in Devon with a dog, Woolacombe seems to be where you are headed.  The dogs are everywhere.  Woof, woof Woolacombe!

It's taken Becky 90 minutes to drive here and she leaves before tea to get to West Hill in time to make supper for her family.  She says it's absolutely worth it to escape from lock down for a few hours.

We have a little problem, because the kitchen at The Crown is closed.  After such a good lunch, we think a pub outing, followed by a picnic in our room is the thing.  We head to The Chichester Arms in Morthoe.  The pub is heaving.  Not much social distancing in evidence.  After queuing for ages we take our drinks and crisps outside.  Chris has a panic about the room key.  Where is it? We  ransack the car to no effect.  We sat on the bench outside The Crown briefly before heading out to Morthoe.  Coming back, there's no sign of the key there either.  I put my hands in my pocket - and pull out the key.

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