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Sea swimming at Salcombe Regis
Jul. 10th, 2018 11:04 pmFirst sea swim of the year and the water was much warmer than the last one at Exmouth in December. After work, A and a I drove down to Salcombe Regis — a completely different place to Salcombe in the West Hams — and walked a couple of kilometres down to the beach.
After sorting out our stuff, we got changed and, slightly reluctantly, dove into the water. It wasn't too bad once we were in and I soon realised that actually swimming rather than merely paddling was the secret to not getting cold. Fortunately, the bottom shelved quite quickly and we had to tread water almost immediately, which kept us warm.
We spent enough time in the water to satisfy the demands of honour, at which point we got out and had our picnic supper. Most of the stuff was left over from yesterday — roasted veg, potato salad, baby spinach — with various extras, including a tomato and mozzarella salad, and a spare cake A had cooked when she realised she had spare mixture after making something for work.
Once we were dry and fed, we lounged around on the beach until the sun began to fade. We walked as far east as the rocks, all the time debating whether the next village round the headland was Branscombe or Beer — spoiler alert: it's the former.
We then picked up the car and drove to the Norman Lockyer Observatory, parked across the road in the National Trust car park, and walked the headland path to the point above the steep path down to the beech at Salcombe Mouth where we'd just been.
After sorting out our stuff, we got changed and, slightly reluctantly, dove into the water. It wasn't too bad once we were in and I soon realised that actually swimming rather than merely paddling was the secret to not getting cold. Fortunately, the bottom shelved quite quickly and we had to tread water almost immediately, which kept us warm.
We spent enough time in the water to satisfy the demands of honour, at which point we got out and had our picnic supper. Most of the stuff was left over from yesterday — roasted veg, potato salad, baby spinach — with various extras, including a tomato and mozzarella salad, and a spare cake A had cooked when she realised she had spare mixture after making something for work.
Once we were dry and fed, we lounged around on the beach until the sun began to fade. We walked as far east as the rocks, all the time debating whether the next village round the headland was Branscombe or Beer — spoiler alert: it's the former.
We then picked up the car and drove to the Norman Lockyer Observatory, parked across the road in the National Trust car park, and walked the headland path to the point above the steep path down to the beech at Salcombe Mouth where we'd just been.
