Sheep with their winter coats almost grown in are out grazing in the fields of the valley.
Prolific blackberries are ripe for the picking and impossible not to get caught up in.
It’s the quiet season, and I have to say, I like this time of the year as much as spring.
Silent, green, peaceful.
The beaches are nearly empty except for the oysters & driftwood and the local wildlife seems to reemerge when the tide of summer visitors ebbs.
And good news for you, the room rates are lower to boot.