Wet, wet, wet

The Gorse Fox and Silver Vixen woke up to a grey day which by the time we'd had breakfast had turned to heavy rain - and it didn't look likely to relent. We decided that the best bet was just to head back to the south coast - it was too wet and miserable to consider stopping somewhere en route.

Once back in the south the clouds broke up and the sun burst through (as one would expect). 

AT home we unpacked and settled down for a quiet afternoon - but the weather seemed to have followed us so we sat and watched the football and made the most of some down time.