I’m so pleased I took my camera. I had wondered about it because the weather was so drab, but it’s a pocket-sized one, so there was nothing to lose, and as it turned out, a lot to gain.
Downderry to Seaton is part of the coast that I often forget about, but whether the tide is in or out, or whatever the conditions, the sound of gushing waves shushing over the pebbles and the smell of seaweed is divine.
The two villages are only a short drive from our home in Cornwall. And in these lockdown times, I feel lucky that they are so close. We checked the tides and then on arrival at Downderry, set off for our walk, which totalled three miles, and ideal for a healthy dose of exercise and fresh air.
Further on, the sun began to shine weakly and squeezed its way through the clouds. Its winter whiteness reverberated off of the ripples as beachgoers rambled over the shingle to see crystal rock pools. Something fascinates me about these colourful habitats teeming with life underwater, while at the top, animals and birds find shelter and food.
It didn’t take long until we reached the mouth of the River Seaton which changes its course over the beach frequently and mesmerised by the water rushing in spirals to join the sea, we then headed back.
We looked longingly at the closed inns and cafés along the way, where we would normally pop in for refreshments, but were thankful for the beautiful scenery and nature all around us, and no one can complain about that.
Until next time.
Sue. X