Quick dash to the coast

The sea round here is at its coldest in March. We dressed warmly for a trip to Flanboro’ Head and were then of course shamed by the locals who turn up throughout the year in tee-shirts, shorts and in one particular case today, a miniskirt, high-heeled boots and an open leather bomber-jacket that wouldn’t have looked out of place in a night-club.

No walk is without its purpose: in this case, collecting seaweed to put on the Asparagus. It loves the trace-elements and, being descended from a seaside plant, doesn’t even mind the salt.

A sea-anemone blossoms beneath the waves in a rock-pool.

The south-facing beach is more expansive – plenty of space for sand graffiti. Just visible on the horizon is Westermost Rough offshore wind farm.

The only downside of a walk on the beach is… the ascent’s at the end of the day, not the start. I expect to be tired in the morning but that’s not the beach’s doing: I had my first Covid-19 jab today – tomorrow I shall likely feel the punch.