A half an hour trot along the beach this afternoon turned out to be three hours or more at Shaldon. Lots of comments about fairies and gnomes lately, so thought you might like to see something to do with smugglers for a change.
The tunnel goes down through the cliff, Amie wasn't quite sure but happily went with us. It got colder and colder the further we went. Think she might have needed her sweater.
Spooky stuff...... pleased the lights were on, and it echoed, but we could'nt think of anything to sing.