Months ago, well before this happened, we planned a few days break in Devon to celebrate my Dad’s birthday. There was a lot of talk about us cancelling the trip, but my Grandma, despite still being incredibly poorly and needing a ventilator was insistent that we went. After a teary goodbye (on my behalf) we set off hoping when we returned she would be a little better.
We pointed the car’s nose south, and kept driving until we hit the coast - stopping on the way to see some family friends in Brixham.
We sneaked along little roads which were barely more than tracks, until we arrived in Hope Cove. We quickly unpacked and headed to the beach - which was literally on our doorstep.