Back in the day, one of the best summer-time things to do was to roll down Headland Park Road on our mountain bikes and go crabbing in the rock pools of the English Riviera. We’d raid the ‘fishing box’ (an old Wall’s ice cream container) and arrive at the big pools with a bright orange H-shaped crabbing line. (more…)
My favourite beach in the world: Have a look, have a think how you could help
Yesterday the National Trust announced that it was launching an appeal to try and acquire Bantham beach and part of the Avon estuary in south Devon. The National Trust has committed £4m of its own funds but needs to raise an additional £2.6m. You can read the Trust press release here and donate to the appeal here.
We have received extensive media coverage, for example in the Guardian, BBC and the Western Daily Press. We have also received some very high level support – for example Richard Branson has blogged his support, along with Sarah Wollaston MP and local banker James Rossiter who has pledged to raise a lot of money via a sponsored swim – see here.
Bantham beach is probably the best surfing beach in south Devon – photo by Steven Haywood
and the legendary surfing website Magic Seaweed are supporting our appeal
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Last week-end I went out kayaking in the glorious October summer sun with a friend. It’s called the English Riviera down here for a reason – when the weather is like this it’s like being on the Continent: warmer temps, sparkling ocean, thousands of tourists, flip-flops galore and occasionally decent surf.
I was thinking I’d take my camera out with me on the water to get some spectacular snaps but decided against it because I lost a pair of Oakleys the last time I kayaked. (I’d capsised when trying to retrieve a Tunnocks caramel bar from a million pound luxury craft who’d pulled alongside my kayak to offer the snack. That was the most expensive chocolate I’ve ever eaten).
Out on the water, it wasn’t long before I was wishing I’d taken the risk and brought my camera. Thatchers Rock is about 5 miles out to sea and it was a mission to get there across some (thanks to speed boats) choppy waters. The wild-life out there is pretty unusual too and the whole scene was just luscious.
About 5 hours later, when my friend and I got back to my parked car above Paignton Harbour, I noticed a bit of paper under my wiper saying “Kayak Photos” and inside was an email address I could use as a contact to get my photos! Turns out that a photographer had spotted us walking down from the car to the beach about 5 hours before and, because of the blue lunch-box I was carrying, recognised me on the water as we kayaked off after that! (My lunch-box was on the front of the kayak).
I was blown away – better photos than I’d ever have taken!
This quirky moment reminded me that someone is probably always watching us and, even if they’re not, Abba always is. He does things like this occasionally just to remind me.
He will for you too.