A need for sea air

I have just spent a pleasant week ‘back home’, visiting relatives and friends. Nice as it was, I breathed a huge sigh of contentment when I passed the Devon county boundary on the way home. In just a few weeks I have become very accustomed to the quieter way of life here. Today I felt a need to go to the coast, to breathe in the salty air and to hear the sound of the waves. To reassure myself that it is still there, I suppose, and to fill my senses.

 

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So I took a detour on the way to the supermarket, and went for a stroll on my favourite beach. This is Barricane Beach, just to the North of the huge long stretch of Woolacombe Sands. In contrast to its giant neigbour, it is a narrow sliver of a beach, and it is not even sandy…

 

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It is almost entirely made of crushed shells. Here on the high tide line, you can see the larger, mostly complete shells that accumulate , but the smaller particles are also shells, just finely crushed. For some reason, the current just happens to wash them all up into this little cove.

 

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The rocks here are sculpted by the waves into fantastic shapes, and there are many large and small rockpools to explore.

 

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The tide was quite low this afternoon, so I was able to walk round the end of the rocks onto the vast expanse of sands in the next bay.

 

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As I strolled around the beach, the tide rose just enough to seal off Barricane Bay…well, almost.

 

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This little chasm leads back to the top of the beach, and is just wide enough to walk through. Good job I had wellies on.

 

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It may have been a bit grey today, not very warm, and with a bite to the wind, but a walk on my favourite beach was just what I needed.

 

 

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