Lantic Bay – Probably The Best Bay In The World

Well, I started walking yesterday and stopped today. Because the weather forecast was great and I wanted to take my sister to Lantic Bay. It is quite special and relatively inaccessible. But not really inaccessible. In my head I sometimes think that words that I know well don’t sound right and, in extreme examples, might not exist at all. Inaccessible is floating around as a possible. It just doesn’t feel wordy at the moment.

And then it passes and they take their place in my brain again, as if they had never been questioned. My brain is not inaccessible.

I owed my sis for petrol and various things she had bought and brought. So I bought two live lobsters and a kilo of mussels for a barbecue lunch at Lantic Bay. The tide was too far in for us to pick mussels off the cliffs, as I have done a few times down there. So I bought them, and paid off my debt to Che.

She drove us to the National Trust car park on the back of the cliffs and we trekked over to Lantic Bay with a shedload of scran and cooking items.

Then there was a steep drop down to the beach. Such a wonderful place.

We set up camp against the cliffs on the east end of the beach and collected some driftwood. Then we sparked up the barbecue and topped it up with our collected wood.

What a meal!

A veritable feast. Then we relaxed and wandered a bit on the beach.

A lovely day. And I’ve had a shower when we got back and I smell ok.

Hoooooraay!

Tomorrow is an early start. I’m hoping to walk from Downderry to the far side of Plymouth. Nearly 20 miles. We’ll see.

Night night.