A volunteer chappy in Weymouth handling out town guides, got chatting and it turned out that he moved down here from Gnosall 20 years ago.
Happens almost every time we go away, we meet someone with a local connection.
Walking around Tamar Lake this morning was different in that the last vestiges of summer visitors were about last week during the half term. Now it's starting to look bare although hardly a breath of wind today as you can see from the glass like surface.
The Swanosaurus is looking a bit sad ... what with no visitors, what's for dinner ?
It's usually quite tricky to get close to one of these birds ... (Henry the Heron.) The minute you stop and point something at them like a camera, or a .357 magnum, they take off with the usual Jurassic squawk. But this morning Henry just stood there and clearly couldn't be arsed to fly off. November's that sort of month isn't it.
Impressive reminder of Remembrance Sunday worked by volunteers on Bude Beach today. Outlines of hundreds of soldiers were drawn in the sand. As the tide came in, they were being washed away. There's a metaphor if ever there was one.