The Moors of Devon... (day three)

Woke up to sunshine!!!! Scrambled out of the B&B fast and headed towards Dartmouth and the beach just to the south called Blackpool Sands. Very beautiful beach, used as the training ground called "Green Beach" in the windup to the D-Day invasion. Now a public beach, that is kept really nice, and is hard to get to, so not too many people out the day we were there. "Papa Lance" and Marina testing the waters....



We spent hours on the beach just enjoying the sunshine and the warm breeze (believe it or not for mid July, those two elements have been quite rare...), and there was a great food & drink bar on the beach that had a gluten free menu...nice. And beers for a decent price, so we lingered well into the afternoon.



The girls hunted rocks and shells, and Elena rolled around the sand until she was almost too tired to stand. They drained themselves on the beach.



After we extracted ourselves from the cozy confines of our beach blanket, we headed into Darmouth, the town on the mouth of the river Dart. Beautiful place. Tons of sailboats coming and going. Lots of restaurants lining the tiny streets to choose from, and the day was winding down into a nice ending. We had fish and chips and then set off wandering the little streets. We found the old pub, "the Cherub" which was built in 1380, a pretty old bar, and then continued up the big stairs that bordered it, right up to the top of town.



Some of the streets up top were only 6ft wide, and some of the doors, under 5ft tall.... as you can see here, this is the reason my head is covered with lumps...



After this, it was back down to the marina to catch the bus back to our car. One more view of the scenery....dreams of my own sailboat one day.....