Yesterday was a Sunday, quite literally, as a matter of fact; the sun came out for the fourth day running, and out with it came the lovers of Dawlish. The town, beach and brook area was filled with people, some locals and many tourists; but they all had something in common – they were not rushing and bustling, but lazing, sitting, sauntering and generally taking their time to enjoy the atmosphere, the beautiful scenery and the company.

Out walking with our Malvern cousins it struck me, yet again, how quaint and friendly our home-town is. Tony has a leg injury which precludes him from walking quickly, and which suited me very well because I love to observe everything around me, have the occasional chat with folk I meet and take lots of photographs; that is, if there is time. As you will see from my photo’s, yesterday’s sunshine brought out all the lovers.There were young lovers walking hand-in-hand and older lovers sat side-by-side; lovers of swimming and lovers of sun-bathing; lovers of short skirts and lovers of yellow shorts; lovers of dogs and lovers of black swans and wildfowl; lovers of trains, boats, motor bikes or even old Vespa scooters (there were about fifteen of them out in convoy); lovers of chips and lovers of pasties; and nearly all of these lovers were also lovers of ice-creams, including all the members of our party, three of whom loved their cornets of Devonshire ice-cream from Gay’s Creamery, whilst I preferred to wait for a soft ice-cream. It was lovely!