Whitsand Bay

I’m catching up with holiday Blips.

This is from Sunday - we drove  to the nearby beach for sunset - this involved descending some very scary steps, which Sarah was not happy about (see extras). When I was a child, we would come to this beach regularly for a family day out, and when I was a teenager my boyfriend’s dad would drive us here on an evening to swim - in my mind that was almost every day in the summer but always in my memory the tide was out, revealing miles of golden sand. So I was surprised to find a tiny slither of sand that was rapidly disappearing…..surely at some point in the 21 years I lived here the tide came in? Memory is a funny thing.