As it turned out I wasn't the only one absolutely wiped out by yesterday wave-riding... (major face saving, I virtually had to roll off the bed this morning! don't tell anyone)... we did nothing for the first part of the day, all of us pottering inside our own exhausted bubbles.
Come lunchtime though we felt a bit more alive and so we popped up the road to the village of Tintagel and the 'alleged' birthplace of King Arthur.
Yes, not the best choices of venue for tired walkers... Also you should have seen how my darling children argued over the number of steps... Do yours do that? Find arguements over anything and everything? I've even had "Muuuum, he's looking out of MY car window". I rest my case. You can see here No 3 sulking:
Me? I took a few photos and when the rain came in I hid in the car reading.
... and they all lived happily ever after.