Carolina Beach Sunrise -

Saturday morning. . . . . . . and I'd set my alarm for 6:45 AM to be up for the sunrise.  

Not quite as beautiful as some other visits here over the years as clouds were
 expected for most of that day. 
Sunrise is always a special few minutes though, and looking out from the balcony
 across the ocean I was able to get some photos of Nature's early morning 
grandeur. . . . . .and the early people who walk dogs, run, or just stand along the
 shore in the morning sunlight.

 Shrimp boats were spotted both in the evening and again at dawn.

We could see their lights at night so guessing they fish all night.

Brown pelicans out in search of fish - and we were soon off to enjoy our breakfast!

Brixham for freshest fish, tastiest crab. . . . . . . . .

Looking toward Brixham from Torquay.

As we crossed the bay by ferry to Brixham I looked back and saw the 

pink cottage where we were staying. Although I only had my Nikon point and shoot 

I was able to get some photos despite the great distance.

Earlier that morning, on our way to the harbor, we climbed up from the beach to the cliff path 

and walked along the top by the walls HERE in front of those houses above on the left. 

Loading the Brixham ferry at Torquay harbor.

Arriving in Brixham - cloudy skies but warm.

Brixham is famous as the town where the fishing trawler was improved 

in the19th century over the original British Dogger boats of the 17th century. 

Later the design of the elegant wooden Brixham Trawler spread across the world.

The William Prince of Orange statue - a great resting place for local gulls. This William

from the Dutch Republic became King William III of England.

Brixham's fresh crab sandwiches - the best anywhere - we always stop at the 

harbor for one of these!

Jasmin at the replica of Sir. Francis Drake's ship, the Golden Hind.
This favorite tourist attraction was actually constructed from an old fishing trawler, 
and they did a great job I must say.

We walked up and down the tiny lanes along the hillsides above the harbor 
where many of the original cottages still stand. 
I recently acquired just one photo of my paternal grandmother taken outside one 
of these cottages, but sadly don't know which one as there have been many changes 
to the facades. I know little about her as she put my father into foster care at a 
young age and he never wanted to speak of his real family.

Bob has been working online to learn more about the family - this is how we knew 
of the general area of the town where the family lived in the late 1800's to early 1900's 
(my father was born in 1900). 

Later, in Torquay, walking back along the sea road to 'our cottage' as the sun went 
down, was the perfect ending to a very busy day.