The forecast for Boxing Day at Burnham-on-Sea was cloudy and sunny weather in the morning, turning to rain in the afternoon, so I decided we'd best get out promptly if Cwtch was going to have a midwinter run on the beach.
Three-quarters of the way down the M5 it started to tip down, the sort of rain you need your windscreen wipers on full speed for. We pressed on, and by the time we parked in on a side-street off Berrow Road, it had (mostly) gone off, for which we were grateful.
Although it doesn't look it from the photos, the beach, especially near the front, was pretty crowded with people and dogs, but we fancied stopping (possibly) (I mean, let's err on the side of optimism) on the sea front for a coffee (perhaps) if there was a cafe open.
Cwtch had a run, and a good play-with-a-stick, but after a while, she started to show signs of being a bit overwhelmed - I don't think the hockey players on the beach clashing their sticks were helping - so we abandoned the coffee plan and retraced our steps to Burnham low lighthouse. I blame lockdown in part for this - I think a lot of people (re)discovered the joy of getting out for a walk when all the malls and bowling alleys and cinemas were closed, and they aren't about to stop.
We walked some way beyond the lighthouse towards Berrow and climbed onto the dunes, but we were still too far away for the wreck of the Nornen to be visible.
Looking south it was still sunny ...
... but as we looked northwards, we could see the weather was closing back in.
Back by the low lighthouse it started to rain. A horse and pony passed by and we turned down the lane that led back to where we'd parked the car, with the 100 foot tall high lighthouse ahead of us, securing our seat belts just as it became torrential. A lucky break in the weather, then.
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