We were joined in Devon this year by the whole Abram family, keen to know why we do this annual week-long pilgrimage. With decent weather and wildlife in abundance, they soon found out. Day one was spent rock-pooling on Goodrington Sands near Paignton.
The next day we ventured into Dartmouth for a spot of mackerel fishing. The fish were strangely elusive, but we blamed the grey seal which came right up beside us.
Tuesday 26th May was a glorious day, ideal for visiting other favourite coastal locations. Firstly: Stoke Gabriel for the crabbing madness...
After lunch in Brixham we headed for the tranquil beach at Broadsands. Would the Cirl Buntings play ball?
Our family were camping at Woodlands near Dartmouth, surrounded by countryside and plenty of birds around their bird feeding station...
At long last, Mark and I caught some fish on Saturday. With no seals in sight, we caught mackerel from Brixham breakwater, and one new fish for me: Pollock.
We're always sad to leave Devon and make the long journey back to Lancashire, but Slimbridge in Gloucestershire breaks the journey up nicely...