The sea starts to be a clearer blue from Porlock Weir, on its way down to Cornwall. Most of Somerset owning a muddy, silty brown kind of sea. Today the sea was full of white horses, feisty and full of life. The pebbly beach had interesting stones which P enjoyed weighing herself down with. The shops were shut or empty and a little cafe at the end of the village was selling Thai noodles, a very odd eccentricity on the edge of Exmoor.
It just felt so good to be here.