Looks like we’re not going to get an Indian summer after all so I’m digging through my collection of sun, beach and sea. Then again, we have a couple of weeks to go, you’ll never know. After all, this is England known for its volatile weather…
It was a rather “Autumny” afternoon when we decided to venture out for our second day adventure in search of the three National Trust beaches near to where we live. The day started out badly, with heavy rains and the drop in the temperature. For a while, I did think that we wouldn’t manage to go out and blow the cobwebs. Thank goodness, by mid afternoon, the weather improved and so we grabbed our wellies, the dog and headed for the second beach.
Our next destination was, Duckpool, another National Trust beach in North Cornwall.
It was a bit blustery when we arrived. I was glad to be wearing a thick coat, T on the other hand, seemed fine with her wooly jumper, although I put her coat in my bag, just in case, the rain decided to come back. Luckily it didn’t.
There were a few cars on the parking lot. I was really pleased to see a toilet block. When you reach a certain age, these things are important 😉 I saw a path running up to the coastline and thought that it would be nice to go up there and have a little hike.
Duckpool beach is pebbly and wild, although it is beautiful, it isn’t suitable for swimming, especially since there aren’t any lifeguards around. it is perfect though for rockpooling and just mooching around on the beach. There were also a few dog walkers around and we also spied some eager hikers on their way down the coastal path.
As soon as we managed to pass through the rocky part of the beach, T and her dad set on trying to find some crab and other fish.
Before long, they caught their first catch of the day:
I like to joke and say that this is always the same crab my husband and T catches every time we go rock-pooling. The crab always says “Bugger, it’s them again”.
Doc and I left the father-daughter team and decided to go near the water. We stood by for a while just watching the sky and sea. The waves weren’t as strong as I thought they would be. There were other families around and so we didn’t allow Doc off the leash, in case he gets all excited and starts jumping on small people. He seemed content though, just to sit by my side and watch the waves roll in.
After a while, we decided it was time to leave. But not before setting off their catch of the day free.
Freedom! cried the crab. Hasta mañana! I’m imagining the crab waves his claws at us, hoping to never see us again. We replied “See you again soon!“
We thought of going up the coastal-path, but as we looked up and realised how hight it was, we decided to look for another much gentler climb. On our way to the beach, we noticed some signs to public footpaths and decided to explore that bit. We saw one just as we rounded the corner.
It had an over-grown path and T said that it looked like a secret way to something mysterious. Don’t you just love their imagination? We knew that the path was going to lead us back to Duckpool beach, but we didn’t know how close it would be.
There were loads of fat, ripe, blackberries everywhere. We couldn’t resist but have a few of them and it was the sweetest blackberries I’ve ever tasted.
And Doc, well Doc, is happiest when he has a stick in his mouth.
And then we reached the bottom. It led us to the road to Duckpool beach.
We headed back up to the car and drove away.
Doc busy with his thoughts: I wonder where the next beach will be?
You’re just going to have to wait for the next post!
Click here for directions on how to get to Duckpool beach.
And here for last week’s feature.