Yesterday we visited Trerice House, a National Trust Tudor mansion. Clare and Gerry pictured below. It's a medium-sized dwelling with an awful lot of clocks.
We finally put the cliff-top paths behind us and walked our local beach at Watergate Bay. The sands are flat and extensive in all directions. The British Surfing National Championships were getting underway as we started our walk: the wetsuited ladies were a hundred metres off-shore behind the breakers, lining up for their runs; blokes with giant binoculars on tripods were all set to judge.
It just reminded us that - at least from the shore - surfing is not a spectator sport.