Archive for March, 2014

Dog day at Blackpool

Sunday, March 16th, 2014

Tide, wind and sun persuaded us that lunch at Blackpool sands was the destination. But we had not checked the Dartmouth district entertainment schedule.

Our mid morning break was at Western Combe cove, which has been entirely cleared of sand by the winter storms.

western combe cove

But the narrow steps up to the coast path were still intact.

western combe steps

Then on under the cliffs to Blackpool, with the rocky contours picked out by the bright March sun.

Our destination was full of dogs, enjoying their last weekend of access to the beach with a ceremony of some sort, where the barking of the dogs was vastly overpowered by the voice of the master of ceremonies, borne by the wind half way back over the sea to Dartmouth. So we queued for our refreshment and then retreated to the steep shingle shore to listen to the repeated sharp grating of the pebbles under the bursting waves, so unforgettably described by Matthew Arnold in ‘Dover Beach’.

blackpool sands

tim p

Farewell to a National Trust sea mark

Sunday, March 9th, 2014

The little concrete bathing hut at Coleton Fishacre is no more. Another bit of early 20th century architecture destroyed by the waves.

Coleton fishacre bathing hut RIP

That did not stop Alex taking a brief dip in the 9C water. With a resistant relic of the old jetty in the background.

She wasn’t the only mammal in the water. Our young extrovert friend Euston seal made a welcome reappearance after many months.

Photo by Alex Watson

Then we nosed into the cave at Pudcombe cove.

Pudcombe cove cave

The metre high swell gave a pleasant lilt to our paddling and some zest to weaving between the rocks. Our lunch stop was at Scabbacombe.


Photo: David Jones

The sunshine became hazy as we returned to port after a wonderful spring day on the water.

Scabbacombe head