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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.

 

 

Sunset Stroll

We have been here over a week now, and today was the first day it didn’t rain! There is a reason Devon has green fields and lovely gushing rivers! This morning was taken up with that most important of tasks, purchasing the Christmas Tree. Then I had my first riding lesson in Devon. I have ridden for about ten years, and have owned my own horse in the past, but not at the moment. I hadn’t ridden for 6 months, so it was quite hard work, and I am sure I will be very stiff and sore tomorrow.

This afternoon, as the light faded, we popped down to the beach for a stroll.

 

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The tide was in, and there were plenty of foaming white waves.

 

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Apart from one very happy greyhound and his owner, we had the whole beach to ourselves.

 

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It was just beautiful! On the short drive home, I had to stop and jump out of the car to capture the stunning sunset.

 

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Then it was home for a hot drink and a good long rest!

 

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This is what it is all about!

Today the sun shone between scudding clouds, and we took some time off from ‘moving in’, and had some fun. My husband is a bird ringer, and has been hoping to be able to catch and ring birds in the garden, as his own little study site. But we couldn’t know how many birds there would be until we got here. Answer – plenty! We put up bird feeders yesterday, and within a couple of hours there were birds zipping everywhere. So this morning he set up his nets and caught over 40 birds in two hours, which is excellent. Our garden study site is up and running.

Our daughter is visiting, and the two of us went out to see some of the local scenery. A ten minute drive from our house brought us to Woolacombe beach. In summer it is busy with families and surfers, but today it was bare and beautiful.

 

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Watching and listening to the waves crashing onto the rocks is extremely therapeutic.

 

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We then walked out onto the headland to the North of the beach – Morte Point. It was a bit blustery, but perfect for a first walk along the coast. There will be many more.

 

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To finish off our lovely day, we picked up some clotted cream in the local shop, and I whipped up a batch of scones. Our first Devon cream tea. Perfect.