Will I ever look good in a wetsuit??

Headed off to Cornwall via Torquay for the second phase of our holiday (in the gap, we did some gardening, went to the gym with C who was our housesitter last week, and had a meal out that entailed walking to Eastleigh & back again - all good). Short walk around Babbacombe on Thursday evening with my Fabulous Mother-in-Law.

As the forecast reckoned that today would be the only good weather this weekend, we went straight to Treyarnon Bay, site of much childhood beach stuff for Husband. I rented a wetsuit & bodyboard from a handsome yoof sporting yellow wayfarers & we were in the sea by half 11.

In case you are curious, surfing isn't a skill I've mastered - in about 2 hours, I managed to surf sort-of-properly on about 2 waves! Thoroughly enjoyed it though - very satisfying focussing on whether the next wave is going to work or not, trying to get the timing right and then avoid drowning. Big-ish waves as we were on the Atlantic side of Cornwall, but not too scary.

Husband did nuch better than me - he always looks to be in his element in the water - I think he may be part sea otter (furry body, loves shellfish, confident and playful in the water - must ask him if he keeps a special stone in a fold of skin for bashing abalone with....).

Leisurely late lunch at the YMCA cafe followed by a short wander to Constantine Bay & back again. Then lazed on the beach before going to our B&B in Padstow. Had fish & chips whilst sitting on the quay, then a bit more walking to the headland, walking back past many bats.