Thanks for visiting.
It's a new day at Weston-Super-Mare! Breakfast was delicious and now we are off to explore the left hand side of the beach. Walking into the wind, the sand stretches away, no pebbles or shingle, no shells, not even any bits of plastic or rubbish, just tractor tracks. The sea is still a long way out. The mud is soft. Pressing on past the beach huts and the golf course, gradually clumps of bladderwrack appear with tiny shells and then the beach ends by the River Axe.
The headland across the River is Brean Down, made from carboniferous limestone, the continuation of The Mendips. Managed by the National Trust now, there's a fort to explore plus it used to be an area where the testing of various WWII weapons was carried out like the seaborne bouncing bomb. For us though, it was tantalizingly on the wrong side of the river!
Downstream of the River Axe, there was a church perched high up on a hill.
Swirls of tiny birds fly white this way and then black that.
We had to find the church! Following the River for a while, a muddy path led off around the golf course through the salt marsh, fluffy reeds reaching up, past the donkey field and around the moored boats high up in the mud waiting for the tide to rescue them.