We've been on a pilgrimage to Dorset's Jurassic Coast to scatter ashes -
although Badger was not forgotten. (That little house in the background sells really good chilli chocolate and coffee fudges. It was a steep cliff walk from our caravan, but not quite long enough to burn it all off,
even when we had to move quite hastily through fields of inquisitive steers.)
My younger son (here modelling Torre Argentina cat sanctuary t-shirt) had lobster for the first time and, unfortunately, liked it.
My husband managed to do quite a lot of cooking in the caravan too:
local crab, scallops, sprats and samphire, mackerel and kale.
He and I drove to Devon for dinner at the River Cottage Canteen one evening, which was fun. I was impressed that in addition to beetroot soup and pickled beetroot starters, they had a main dish of roasted beets with candied walnuts and halloumi on the menu, with the beets having top billing rather than the cheese. I asked for it starter sized, as I couldn't choose between two mains, but unfortunately it arrived as a halloumi and candied walnut salad with a total absence of beets, which was puzzling. It was delicious nonetheless, as was my actual main - a wonderful Dorset Vinny and onion tart. I virtually never order the vegetarian option in European restaurants so it was to their great credit that I did so twice here.
I didn't bite the tail off this lizard. I only saw my first lizard in the UK a couple of years ago and the second and third came this week on long walks along the South West Coast Path.
Even better though, was the pair of ravens and their youngster calling for food (either that or alerting his parents to a corvid stalker in the vicinity...).
The site itself is home to a large number of rooks, a couple of whom sit by the snack van, using their long featherless beaks to root hopefully in discarded ketchup sachets. I came here every year on holiday as a child, and the sound of hundreds of rooks swearing unreservedly at dawn always means summer to me. Sad to see someone complaining about them on Trip Advisor - like the beech martens of Crete, they were the highlight of my visit.