A few weeks ago we packed the van and headed up to, what a friend described as, ‘God’s waiting room’. Seaton, in Devon.
We were up there to meet the ‘rents, who were camped up for a week, in a site alongside the River Axe. And I’m sure my friend was right about the whole ‘waiting room’ thingy-me-bob, but I actually quite liked it. It’s very genteel, the river mouth runs down the valley and out through a sleepy, polite little harbour. The beach is a huge long bank of beautifully polished, round stones, many of which are threaded with quartz. And the day we were there, the sun was shinning at it’s brightest, the water was a deep blue and beautifully warm.
This is the heart of the Jurassic Coast, the cliffs portray millions of years of history, open to the elements and ripe for the reading. The walking is also meant to be good, with the south west coastal path running through town, next time we’ll get our boots on and check it out. On this occasion we just had a saunter on the beach with the Black Dog, threw stones in the water, had a bit of a paddle and watched a very impressive swimmer race up and down the coast – we later realised she was wearing flippers, which went some way to explaining her speed.
Here’s a few pictures we took – enjoy!