Last weekend I went away to Somerset for a relaxing weekend (OK, only the hotel was in Somerset, everything else we did was in Devon). While driving around we saw a sign for Beer and couldn't resist...
Beer turned out to be a really quaint fishing village. Driving through I was quite excited by the amount of tiny specialist shops and art galleries (this was before I threw a strop at the stupid parking machines. I'm never capable of being relaxed for more than 20 minutes). I fell in love with a nearly-£9000 painting, sadly it will never be mine :(
Look at the view....
I attempted to take arty photos...
It had just stopped raining, and the weather was gorgeous.
We went rock-pooling (my first time!) and saw crabs, anenomes and really strange stripy fish with fins next to their heads. The plants and rocks were amazing colours - I especially liked the pink stripy ones. I thought this one looked like a dragon egg.
Sadly after falling over several times trying to get back up the pebbly slopes, we needed caffeine more than beer, so we failed in our original mission in visiting the village...
