Exmouth
The rain arrived in the early hours of this morning, the first since we can't remember when. By the time we left Lyme Regis it had already passed through, and the sun fought with the cloud to break through. Just a short trip for Marge today to Exmouth, gateway to the Jurassic coast. Marge coped well, easily plateauing the tops of the hills. She seemed comfortable all the way and is now settled in an allocated motorhome spot with a sea view.
We are very happy with this spot, the car park will be secured from eight o' clock tonight so there's no risk of any boy racers arriving, or the idiot we had turn at 10.30 pm last night revving his motorbike engine.
At lunchtime, although the wind blew cold, we walked along the seafront to the marina and in to the town to buy some lunch and more WD40, our secret weapon we 'think' to easing Marge's ills. Then a trip to the bank for more cash to cover our overnight parking fees.
We walked back through Manor Gardens where we stopped to watch the squirrels raking over the ground in search for food before running to a couple who fed them nuts from their hands.
Back at Marge, who is sharing the parking area with a covid test/vaccination centre a lorry arrived to empty the porta loos on site. 'Hey mate, have you got room for a little one?' More vans have arrived during the afternoon, and the area has become reminiscent of a French aire. Hopefully it wont be too long now before we can return to France.
Meanwhile we study our map and guide books, both windows into our adventure.
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