When I set out this morning it was wet enough to warrant a coat, waterpeoof trouses and the rucksack on. It was insufficient to stop the ardour of 2 kissing lovers at a kissing gate. In Ilfracombe, it was overcast,  but by the time I got to Bull Point the sun was out. It was as if I was wafted to paradise with blue and turquoise seas and gentle breezes. Everyone I met said, 'isn't it a lovely day' and it was

The feature pic is of the lovely seas

The supplementary pics are of Water Mouth, yachts in Ilfracombe Harbour, Bull Point, Blue seas and  approaching Woolacombe.