It was a beautiful day Sunday so after the routine clean up (strip beds, fumigate teenager’s post sleep over room and restock the log pile.) we headed over to our favourite Devon beaches in the seaside town, Sidmouth. Our spaniel, Roo, has been really poorly but he was pumped up on steroids and desperate for a walk so instead of our usual river side stroll we headed to the seafront which wouldn’t be so energetic for him. The promenade is adorned with Victorian hotels nested between the red Triassic cliffs of the Jurassic Coast.
Despite being a seaside resort, the tacky bug has never taken hold of this classy town. There’s a big divide between the haves and have-nots, but there’s also real sense of community. When I stopped to take a photo of this boat, an elderly couple came over to tell me all about the sea loving plants and flowers they’d planted in the hope to grow a conservation development, providing the storms didn’t come and destroy it. And there was me thinking the boat and crab pots had been washed up and dumped on shore when in actual fact, it had been meticulously positioned by diggers and designers.
Tween tried his hardest to practice his skateboard skills but is too shy to ask people to move and didn’t want to damage the bearings so it was carried most of the way.
And Baby R was tucked up nicely with Hubby in his man sling conversion. He pulls out the sun hood over the flowers so it’s not so girlie. I really should look into getting him a more manly one as he’s chief baby wearer at weekends!
We could tell Roo wasn’t quite himself as he’s usually darting around everywhere, saying hello to any one who’s in sight or diving in and out of the waves with Hubby having to call him back with his recall whistle, (which only he can do) I tend to just yell in a high-pitched excited voice and embarrass everyone. It’s sad to see him so subdued but on the other hand he’s a much better behaved doggie!
Despite the beach looking quite deserted in these photos, on a sunny afternoon, everyone flocks to the seafront. While we made our way back to the car we also had to negotiate a marathon finishing line at the far end of the promenade, if you look closely you can see a couple of runners to the right, followed closely by their little dog.
I’m in 2 mind as to whether I prefer cold, Winter or long hot, sunny days. Either way, I do like to be beside the seaside on a Devon Beach.