No, not that rather gripping Nevil Shute novel, but a bright sunny day amidst the many wet ones, and an outing to Doniford beach.
Not a lovely beach, really, with Triassic-Jurassic mudstone, rocks and some modern builders rubble. It can be squelchy underfoot, and people have been known to get stuck in the mud on this stretch of coast and have to be rescued. There were a couple of alarming episodes where I felt my feet sinking unexpectedly. Surprising how quickly one becomes squeaky-voiced with panic as gloopy mud sucks one's shoes downwards!
(Not helped by being teased by The Gardener, who reassured me (not at all) by telling me that he would stay devotedly beside me as I sank until I disappeared; as I was only 5'1', it might be quick.....)
I was glad to scramble back onto the smooth rocks.
But there was lots to see.
One of the sillier-looking kind of labradoodle, jolly and undeterred, trying hard to befriend Flossie.
Fossils. Many small ammonites, mostly the size of 50p coins.
The steam train that runs between Minehead and Bishops Lydeard.
And then the river, where Flossie swam and cleaned up; my camera battery had run down by then, or I could have showed you the state of my shoes as we returned to the car.
The seaside in autumn and winter; just wonderful, so long as you don't sink.