It wasn’t sunny but at least the little bit of drizzle, which had brought out the rainwear did not last long.
We had seen bluebells out on Start Point. Now we found them in what seemed more like their natural setting – spring woodland.
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In fact there was a mix of spring flowers by the path-side.
We re-crossed the forbidden farm track and came to Sunnydale with a view of the sea and of Beesands Ley. There’s also a recently turned field showing up the very red Devon soil. I had rather hoped to caption a photo of such a field, ‘red soils in the sunshine’ which some readers may recognise as a sort of pun on an old song. But the sunshine was conspicuously absent.
As we walked down the rather gloomy Sunnydale, we could see, albeit hazily, Start Point. Whilst camping, I don’t think we ever went more than 5 miles from the tent. Everything was in a confined area.
A clear sign of which way we were to go.
Beeson was still visible. I like that photo but perhaps rue the absence of the lift a clear blue sky would have given it.
Our route was seawards and down that way electricians were at work up a pole.
That thought drew eyes to the pole tops and to what I regard as lovely glass insulators in delicate shades of greeny blue.
Another Devon gate frames a marine view.
If we can’t have the sunshine we can, at least, show it as it really was. Actually, it wasn’t that unpleasant at all.
That one has been brightened up a bit. The workers had taken down an old pole – you can see it’s stump and were just re-wiring things up on the new one.
We were now much nearer the sea and Beesands Ley.
A football pitch had been squeezed in down by the sea.
As we passed the new pole, the men were fixing numbers and ‘danger of death signs.
A helicopter buzzed over. Mission unknown.
Near the sea we found an underground bunker – presumably something from World War II.
The weather was brightening again. It was almost ‘Red soils in the sunshine’. Just as a matter of interest, our walk, later, was to go past that caravan to the right of the top end of the red field. But for now, we were off to Beesands.
