This was one of the loveliest views and the last sunset of our time away. The sun on the water was serene and calming. We decided to head to Wembury beach as it appeared a smaller and less busy place than a main destination. Unfortunately we got caught in jams in Plymouth which made the journey a bit of a drag. Wembury village at schooltime was a bit difficult too; narrow roads made it worse. Once we arrived at the car park things felt better.
We took a footpath towards Wembury Point and the Great Mewstone.



The footpath was easy and clear. It made for casual walking, sightseeing, just observing. I drank in the view with my eyes. A kestrel hunted over the common. The scenery was wild and rural and unspoiled. The National Trust have made it accessible and somewhere to appreciate.



I played around with some of the camera settings while C wet wandering on the rocks. I kept occasionally yelling "don't.slip.over" and occupied myself by sitting safely on a large dry rock and snapped away. These two pictures remind me of postcards that had perhaps had stayed on the stand too long and been bleached by the sun.
The teeniest, tiniest crab, found by C in a dinky winky rock pool.
The intriguing island is the Great Mewstone which has a fascinating history. It seemed so close yet out of reach. C commented on how he thought it reminded him of Kirrin Island which made me frown as in my mind Kirrin Island was more flat.

I found dead weeds to photograph - of course. Though a little wonkily, unless the sea shifted while my concentration was in the foreground.
Technically this picture of Mr Robin is a bit of a no-no but I love the spirit of the bird.

A really rather pleasant time at the seaside. The tearoom right on the beach is a converted Mill, which we didn't pop in due to us being so late but I would have loved  a cream tea there!
Oh I do like to be beside the seaside.
Sophie