I blogged last week about my determination to savour the last few weeks of summer, and it’s something I’ve been putting into action this week. On Monday Chris and I left the office on the dot of six (a rarity for both of us) and headed straight to Clevedon, a pretty little town on the North Somerset coast, half an hour’s drive from Bristol.
Clevedon is famous for its Victorian pier, whose graceful arches and spindly cast-iron legs soar above the sea. We arrived just in time to see MV Balmoral, a beautiful old ship which ferries day trippers around the South West, docking at its end, before strolling along the boards to watch the sun set over the Bristol Channel. It was a magical evening: the sky slowly changing from rose-pink to inky-blue, the distant mountains of Wales glowing on the horizon, the waves sploshing gently beneath our feet.
Here are a few photos that I couldn’t resist sharing…
All photography by Abi Dare