We arrived in sunshine and a gentle breeze on the Friday afternoon and as soon as we had pitched the tent and had a cup of tea the heavens opened and it poured with rain until the small hours of Saturday morning and then was showery through to lunchtime Saturday. Once the rain stopped it was lovely and sunny for the rest of the stay except for a small shower as I was in the middle of taking the tent down!
Hilda got to spend all day out and about, I walked a couple of miles on the Friday evening, 8 on Saturday and 6 on Sunday, Hilda spent most of it off the lead running up and down and round and round. The distances don't sound very far but for an 8 month old puppy it was far enough. She took herself to bed at about 8pm on Sunday evening and had to be forced into taking a last trip outside.
She was very well behaved right up until the Monday morning when she spotted me packing things away ready to come home, then she became a contender for naughtiest puppy in the world. She unpacked things I had put away, ran off with things and ended up being attached to the tie-out so that I could get on with packing in peace.
Because of the rain on the Monday morning the tent got re-pitched in the garden to dry out, Hilda got all excited when she saw it and as the door was zipped closed and she couldn't get in she laid on top of the half-pitched tent. I am guessing she enjoyed herself and wouldn't object to going again.
A Fantastic Bench along an old railway line
A Chaffinch sat on the Gorse and serenaded
us as we rested after climbing up the cliff path
A Hare (taken on 20x zoom)
Hilda behaving herself on the campsite
The view from the tent
Waiting (im)patiently for another walk
Zonked puppy!
Sulking because I wouldn't let her
help me pack
All was forgiven, we stopped off
for a paddle on our way home
