Wait! Summer's not over... I'm ecstatic at the prospect of a warm September and more time spent on the grand beaches of the Southwest. This weekend we went off exploring some of the windy lanes of East Devon in search of a great beach and an even better pint. Digging out the map, we began searching for the trusted blue beer tankard symbol (A-Z are the walking map of choice having got their priorities right!). We couldn't help but be drawn to a small shining beacon - by the sea (tick), beach (tick), blue tankard (tick) - with a name like BEER, surely we couldn't go wrong?!
Looking upon this pretty coastal village cut out into a sheltered turquoise blue bay in the chalk cliffs, I began to ponder - there are so many great features to this place that either a) the beer they were drinking when the named it was damn fine, or b) they were absolutely trollied when they put the signs up. Either way, we were happy that such a name had brought us here.
Ambling onto the beach, we soon realised that fishing is still very much a way of life here. The painted fishing boats line the pebble shore, and fishing trawlers circle the bay with the squawking seagulls not far behind. The best thing about this beach is that it really is accessible for everyone - not only can you buy the daily catch from the locals (at the Wet Fish Shop), but you can also hire your very own little motorboat (complete with lines for catching your lunch). Content to leave it to the pros, we purchased a weighty pot of fresh crab, a few rolls from the local bakery, and sat toes in the ocean to enjoy. Delish!
And do you know what? We were so bedazzled by the beauty of the sunshine and quaint little village that we left Beer without even having a Beer! Now there's a rarity for us...
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