Going to the beach is a totally different experience when you’re in England. First of all you’re lucky if the sun is out and it’s not raining. Secondly, if the weather is then there is a high likelihood that will be joining the throng of pasty Brits making their way to the seaside, too! Fortunately for us, the sun was hidden behind a wall of grey clouds for the entirety of our outing and therefore the beach was fairly empty.
The wind was so strong you could lean back and feel supported by a single gust of salty sea air, and if it weren’t for my eardrums I would have said I enjoyed it! Eventually as we walked along the wind died down a little bit which made it all the more easier for us.
I do love going to the sea. It’s intensely calming to see the waves crashing against the shore, to watch gulls hover mid-air as the wind fights against them, to hear the crunch of thick stones underfoot. Even though it wasn’t sunny in the slightest, the weather wasn’t too bad. We spent over an hour at the beach, and all together we walked about two miles but the wind resistance made it feel like twice the amount.
When the light was just starting to slip away we had made it back to the car and made our way to a pub called The Lamb. I think I speak for everyone when I say that we ate far too much, but I know everyone will agree when I say that it was well deserved and truly delicious! For pudding I had a scoop of blood orange sorbet and it was probably one of the best sorbets I’ve had in a while.
Anyway, now I’m home and after looking through the 342 pictures I had taken at the beach, I think I’ve done a decent job of narrowing them down to just below 60. Yeah… Whoops! Enjoy the pictures and I’ll see you tomorrow!