Nobody told George

The National Trust has again planted fields of sunflowers on the Vile at Rhossilli and they're drawing the crowds. I think the wind and rain at the end of last week battered them a bit but they're still spectacular.

Mandatory selfie

After walking through the fields we made on our way onto the headland to walk a while but it wasn't long before I threw a wobbly. 'Too many people! I can't do this! Let's go back!' So we did. (I have never ever seen so many people walking there.)

But nobody told George.

We'd walked back a short distance when someone said, 'Where's George?'

Scanning our surroundings we just managed to spot him way out along the cliff path. 'Go and get him,' Husband yelled, using the rather spurious excuse of his recent heart attack for not running himself. GrandDaughter1 and I sprinted - okay, she sprinted, I jogged a bit, stopped, rested, jogged a bit more, took off my shoes and ran a bit more - after him with helpful people along the path pointing and saying, 'He's up there!'

He had almost reached the furthest point you can walk easily before he stopped to chat to some people who kept him talking until GrandDaughter1 reached him. And I followed up some distance behind, panting heavily. 

'Oh there you are,' George said. 'I was just asking these nice people if they'd seen you.'