We went on Sunday because the weather forecast was good but the day turned out to be cloudy and cold. Never mind. We all found something to do - Frog listened to his ship-to-shore radio, Fearne paddled, and Rachel, Dog and I went beachcombing.- and we had this pebbly beach in East Devon almost to ourselves.
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| Fearne and her trusty bucket, soon to be filled with carefully chosen pebbles |
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| Ellie with something crunchy |
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The tideline was a mixture of beautiful bleached driftwood and plastic rubbish
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| The tideline |
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| The contents of the tideline - plastic bottles, shoes, cartons, rubbers gloves, bags . . . |
But behind the tideline . . .
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| Nature's border, as good as any cultivated flower-bed. Hemp agrimony (pink), purple loosestrife and fleabane (yellow) taking advantage of the dampness created by a tiny stream trickling out of the cliff | | |
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| The vivid flowers and berries of poisonous woody nightshade |
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| Alien buddleia colonising the cliff face |
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| And a cabbage-like plant (in the foreground) that I haven't identified yet. Can anyone help? |
Thanks to Rachel for the first three pictures and the last one and for the loan of her camera
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