When I think of a relaxing beach trip, I automatically think of some far off exotic destination with white sandy beaches and a deep blue sea, palm trees swaying in the cool breeze and a cocktail in my hand (there’s always a cocktail). The main thought though is that it’s far away from home.
This daydream is never, ever, set anywhere in the UK because, well, because it’s England where most of the beaches are full of pebbles and the sky is more likely to be grey and cloudy rather than bright blue. I also usually picture myself soaking up the sun’s rays on the beach, so getting drizzled on by the UK’s wet rain isn’t exactly an idyllic fantasy.
So imagine how stunned I was when we arrived in Cornwall to find some of the most gorgeous beaches that I would never have imagined were only a few hours drive from our home in London.
Instead of making our way straight to the cute little cottage that was to be our home for the weekend, we decided to make the most of the sunshine and headed straight to Mawgan Porth Beach which was only a short distance away. Being a bank holiday weekend, the tiny beach was packed with holiday-goers but we left them behind as we made our way up the path along the headland.
There were so many simply stunning views along this short coastal walk that it was impossible not to stop every few minutes to take in our beautiful surroundings on such a lovely clear day. I mean, seriously, look how blue that sky is!
After a walk that was supposed to only be 20 minutes but instead ended up being more like an hour (oops, I blame Google!), we rounded the next bend in the cliff and the rugged coastline of the Bedruthan Steps finally came into view.
The tide was already starting to come in by the time we finally made it to the beach and despite most people quickly making their way back up to the top, of course we had to go down and have a quick look. I wasn’t walking all that way not to get my toes in the sand!
Even if that did mean that I got completely windswept and almost washed away by the waves.
The next day I’d arranged a surfing lesson for Alex’s birthday treat in Watergate Bay which was only a short drive from our cottage. His birthday may have been all the way back in February but it would probably have been a bit chilly to get in the sea at that time of year so we waited until summer. Even though warm water isn’t exactly guaranteed in summer either it was actually the perfect day for surfing. The sea wasn’t too cold and I even got my pasty legs out and dipped them in!
Then I sat back, took lots of photos, watched and laughed (and laughed some more) as Mr Ayla attempted, with not much success, to stand up on his board.
Even if it was only for a few short seconds his elation at eventually managing to get two feet on the board was obvious!
Okay so I’m not going to lie – admittedly, there was still the odd day when the skies opened up and it poured down with rain. It is England, on the coast, during summer, so what more could we really expect. But we were determined to revisit the hotel in Newquay that we had stayed in for our mini-moon eight years ago, up on the edge of the headland overlooking the long stretch of Fistral Beach.
If anyone spotted a slightly crazy couple prancing along the beach in the rain, wearing rain macs in August, yup, that was indeed us.
Regardless of whether it was raining or it had been a sunny day, the one thing that seemed to be guaranteed on Cornwall’s beaches, especially at Lusty Glaze, were the gorgeous colourful sunsets. I couldn’t think of a better way to end each day than by sharing a drink on the beach while watching the sun go down.
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