Sue and I drove to Boscastle and parked near the doctors' surgery. We then ambled down to the harbour via the site of the twelfth century Bottreaux Castle that gave the town its name, and set off on the coast path. It was overcast with low cloud; trying to rain. Failing.
Sue continued in her bid to be granted a diploma in horse whispering.
There are many rocks strewn around the landscape of this coast. This may be Grower Rock, with Meachard in the distance.