The sky is a bright, clear blue. From the front window of the house I can see the headland opposite Appledore and the surf churning over The Bar - a sandbank that has been the bain of shipping entering the Taw Torridge rivers since the early days of shipping.
The sun is bright, but the air is cold - quite a wind blowing.
I can smell the tang of the sea.
Everything is clear and crisp, and so quiet.