The seasons have well and truly turned and before summertime is heralded over in the UK, with the clocks going back to signify winter is on its way with dark mornings and evenings, we decided to take a walk along the beach. Once those clocks get turned back the window to do this gets much narrower.
The start of the walk was overcast and rain was threatening, but that is par for the course in the South West of England so the motto is, of course, be prepared. We headed down the new path at Freathy, as the work on the landslip has not finished, (or even started from what I can see). Whilst taking in the view, which is always breathtaking, we noticed that it may be possible to get around Sharrow Point. We haven’t been able to do this all year, every time we’ve headed down at low tide there has still been sea around the point, it’s not the fact that it is a low tide, it’s all to do with the depth of the water. As it was we had to get out feet wet as we paddled through but the water was warm from such a long hot summer and as we got around it was wonderful to see two miles of sand in front of us, in a direction that we hardly get to walk.
We knew that if we walked all the way along to Portwrinkle then we may not get back before the tide was turning, therefore cutting us off. We could have risked it as there was always the option of getting back up the cliff and walking the rest on the road. Instead we walked as far as Tregantle fort and then turned and headed back. As we approached Sharrow Point again I noticed something red and rusty in one of the bays of the cliff, I went to investigate and took these pictures, none the wiser but obviously bits of a wreck. As we haven’t made this walk for over a year it could have been there for a while.
The weather had took a turn for the better and there were strips of blue sky coming through.
Heading back up the cliff and looking out towards Rame Head it was as if the summer was saying ‘Heh, I’m not gone yet’
You can see the last low lying cloud is covering Rame Head itself. By the time we got back to the chalet it felt like a completely different day to the one we started out in.