In our little corner of the Devon/ Cornwall borderlands we are on day 52 of rain. In search of a patch of dry weather we headed east to the borderlands of Devon/Dorset.

To Lyme Regis, Literary land of The French Lieutenants Woman and Ammonite. and a Fossil hunters paradise.

We were just hunting for a few hours without rain and a scintilla of sunshine.

We promenaded on the promenade and there were tiny chinks of silver on the sea suggesting that the sun was weakly present.

Promenading was stopped for lunch and later for an ice cream.

Pear Sorbet and Damson Ripple. Sunshine for the taste buds, just moments before the rain chased us home.