Last week was particularly heavy in the media and I really find it impacts my emotions hard. In a bid to get out of my head a bit, we packed a picnic and the dogs into the car and escaped to the coast. Ansteys Cove to be exact. There are a lot of coves and beaches that I’ve made a mental note of to visit this year. I’ve said before, the abundance of countryside and coastline is one of the reasons Ben and I made the move to this part of the UK.
Ansteys Cove is on the English Riviera. A tiny little beach in a wider bay. Nestled next to a beach that’s closed to the public for risk of falling cliffs. The road down is marked by snowdrops lining the path on either side. It’s steep and winding, but it’s worth it for what awaits at the bottom.
The weather was grey and dry. A typical March day in the UK, but the water was calm and clear with turquoise lapping the shores. A family passed us on the way down, and the gentleman that runs the cafe was packing away and closing up shop after the day. But after they had left, there was not a sole in the bay.
We realised not long after, that we weren’t the only ones after all. A seal kept bobbing up and down. Appearing in different areas of the bay. Beautifully elegant and seemingly teasing us by bobbing back down the minute we got the camera out to take a snap! Admitting defeat after a while, we spread our humble afternoon tea picnic on my coat over a flat rock and skimmed stones along the still water. Pepi and Oscar explored the rock pools and Ben explored the boulders.
The bay was peaceful and I plonked myself down on a rock. Looking out over the water towards the sleeping ships. Abandoned on the coast due to Covid. Wondering whether anyone was looking back at us from them.
Making my way back to our picnic rock, Ben and I decided to split the blueberry and apple yoghurt flapjack.
Two sets of hungry eyes pleading for some. We had picked up our cakes (eating our veggie pasties earlier on in the day) from one of our favourite delis close to home. Bon Gout has been a favourite on Magdalen Road since 1987. I have fond memories of picking up a lunchtime treat from the delicatessen when I was at school in the area years ago. The dogs instead had a few Butternut Box treats, which they thoroughly enjoyed.
Picnic finished, dogs exhausted from exploring and the sun setting, we thought we would call it a day. Waving goodbye to our little seal friend and the ships once more, then climbing the hill back up to the car.
The drive home took us right along the coastline, in the last of the daylight. My mind thoroughly refreshed from a day of fresh air and being beside the water. It felt exactly like we had been on a mini holiday.