The Sunday of the Extravaganza week-end was spent very differently to the Friday and Saturday. We decided not to go to the concert, so had a lazy morning instead. After lunch we headed off with no timetable, no reason to be back at any specific time and no real idea of where we were going. That's all very well and great but I was doing the driving.
Late afternoon found us pulling into a car park at Slapton Sands in South Devon. This is an area I know very well and have fond memories of. There was a time when I used to help out at the local school (in a time when it was okay to do things like that) and I used to accompany a couple of members of staff and about twenty children to a field centre in the village of Stokenham, a couple of miles from Slapton. Driving huge mini-buses around those narrow, high-hedged lanes was a real adventure and a skill to be developed and honed. Those annual weeks away were always good fun and extra special for being in such a beautiful part of the country.
So, to revisit Slapton after all this time was a real pleasure. It was a gorgeous evening. We walked along the Sands (which are actually shingle and not sand at all) to the village of Torcross and then back along the shore of Slapton Ley, Britain's largest fresh water lagoon. After that it was fish and chips for supper (though, only chips in my case being a rabid veggie!), which Gerrit and Jos had never had before and a gentle, scenic drive home.
Here are pictures.
Looking along the beach to Torcross and Start Point lighthouse on the far distant headland.
A passing boat, going back for the waterskier it had just dumped into the water.
I couldn't believe just how blue the sea was.
Some tiny plants growing at the top of the beach, made to look big by me being really close to them!
Upright waterskiing this time.
Don't know what it is, but I thought it looked interesting.
Tandem stone skimming
Slapton Ley at evening, with clouds thrown in.
Next time, Barrington Court - another old country house with gardens and stuff.