How nice it felt to be back on the coast! Here at a break near Widemouth Bay, Cornwall. After this I went surfing inside a harbour for the first time ever, paddling about near boats.
At first I wondered whether someone at the map publishers was having a laugh, but no, it’s real. Named after the 1855 novel by Charles Kingsley.
The sun sets on my only night in Exmoor national park.
I had been anticipating this bridge as it marked my leaving southern England and it’s horrible traffic. Here halfway across the Severn River, the bridge spanning 2 miles, looking into Wales and the heavy clouds looming.