Hope Cove bounded by Bolberry Down and Bolt Tail headland, South Devon, England.
Poem.
Sea-Pink or Thrift fringe the dark, igneous cliffs, stacks, skerries and headlands.
Crescent coves of pinkish sand emerge at every twist and turn.
Scattered visitors luxuriate in every nook and cranny
sunbathing, toe-dipping, swimming, paddle-boarding and kayaking on a sultry, balmy summer’s day.
Climbing the cliffs from South Milton Sands and Thurlestone Rock we hear the bristling but charming alarm call of the much loved skylark, the rumble of a potato-planting tractor re-tracing its deep, parallel furrows in the rusty-red Devonian soil.
The lifeboat station, the warm murmur of convivial camaraderie emanating from local hostelries, a queue outside the ice-cream parlour and a myriad of leisurely walkers ambling the South-West Coastal Path, whilst taking in the breathless views and salt-laden, gentle breeze.
This is Devon at its best.
A ragged, rugged, idyllic coastline.
None better and few equal.
What a joy to behold!
Hope Cove bounded by Bolberry Down and Bolt Tail headland, South Devon, England.
Poem.
Sea-Pink or Thrift fringe the dark, igneous cliffs, stacks, skerries and headlands.
Crescent coves of pinkish sand emerge at every twist and turn.
Scattered visitors luxuriate in every nook and cranny
sunbathing, toe-dipping, swimming, paddle-boarding and kayaking on a sultry, balmy summer’s day.
Climbing the cliffs from South Milton Sands and Thurlestone Rock we hear the bristling but charming alarm call of the much loved skylark, the rumble of a potato-planting tractor re-tracing its deep, parallel furrows in the rusty-red Devonian soil.
The lifeboat station, the warm murmur of convivial camaraderie emanating from local hostelries, a queue outside the ice-cream parlour and a myriad of leisurely walkers ambling the South-West Coastal Path, whilst taking in the breathless views and salt-laden, gentle breeze.
This is Devon at its best.
A ragged, rugged, idyllic coastline.
None better and few equal.
What a joy to behold!