Sunday morning saw mist over the sea. I went for an early walk along the beach and was greeted with a glorious sunrise over the water.
It is always so wonderfully peaceful at this time of day.
The view across the bay to Brixham was beautiful
and a cormorant sitting on a rock. It was high tide so the water was lapping up against the sea wall.
When the Saint was up and fed we set off for a drive up the coast to Teignmouth where we stopped in a quaint coffee shop called The Coffee Rush in Shaldon. They had restored the building leaving this bit in the wall exposed behind glass, showing the old cob contraction.
The butter was truly scrumptious!
Afterwards we walked around the town. I saw a beautifully decorated building with fox heads painted on it
and then passed a fun sign in a house window.
Across the water was a lovely view towards Teignmouth. We spent a lovely afternoon exploring the area and driving along the river.
On the way back we stopped to walk along the headland near the apartment which gave us a different view of the bay islands.
One last glance across the bay before we left.
The family dressed for spring and we headed down the coast to Plymouth were we found the mist had settled in for the day. It was cold.
It had us scavenging in charity shops for warm clothing for the girls. I am seldom caught by this country's whims anymore and travel well prepared. The Saint was grateful for the jersey that I had packed for him too.