You would never think to come here. We haven’t. The name ‘Institute Beach’ doesn’t exactly inspire the imagination (unlike ‘Fairy Cove’ at the other end of Paignton)
And yet what a delightful surprise. A small, sheltered, slip of a cove.
I feel totally enamoured by how how private and protected it feels, how dinkily intimate. It’s like your own little private cove. To come and collect shells on or read a book in.
It’s also used as a Dog Dump. A Dog Toilet. I saw evidence of such over by the cliffs at the back there. (Have dog. Will Shit. Anywhere. Grrrr!)
I’m sure we’ll be coming back here. To Institute Beach. A place to be re-imagined. Possibly a place to be renamed.
Question to be answered: Why ‘Institute’ Beach?
Over to Paignton this afternoon.
While Haze was in the Dolls House shop I had a nosey around t’ area.
The Pocket Bookshop. Just about to become defunct.
I bought slim volumes of European poets here back in the early 90’s.
But the shelves are almost empty. It’ll soon be closing down. Yet another little independent bookshop done for by Amazon.
Here is Angela’s
Angela will make alterations to your trousers legs for you. Just the trousers (not the legs) And iron your stripy office shirts nice and crisp. Mind you I’ve never set foot, or will ever set foot, in a shop like Angela’s. Hence why I’ve got trousers half way up me legs and shirts that look like crumpled dusters.
Another reason why you might have to go to Angela’s and get your trousers regirthed is if you frequent Pie and Mash places like this too often.
The Pie and Mash Meal Deal: Plain mince Pie with 2 scoops of Mash for a fiver. Not the healthiest meal deal in the world (and if the online reviews are anything to go by not especially tasty either; small dry pie and powdery mash)
The woman sat in front of the Pie and Mash shop has just nipped in and requisitioned a pie for the refueling of her voluminous self. It’s possible she’s consumed a significant amount of Pie on numerous other occasions.
As I got back to Winner Street a lovely Faerie Lady was emerging from the Dolls House Shop (who doesn’t consume significant amounts of Pie)
Swinging her bags of miniatures. Bought off old Terry. He even threw in a nice box gratis. Nice one Tel.
So there you are. A few snapshots of Paigntons backend. A poignant pathos hangs over and around these sad little run down shops. Like a stagnant gas.
We’ve been saturating ourselves in the multi-colourful world of JMW Turner this last week.
So time to go colour in this drizzly grey Saturday afternoon out there.
Haze is looking across towards Teignmouth from Shaldon beach.
She would have been seeing this
And she would have been seeing this
But there was hardly any time to get this scene set, or these boats sketched, before the drizzle arrived.
We had to retire to the shelter to eat our cheese sandwiches and drink our flask of tea.
The drizzle persisted and prolonged, becoming proper rain.
So we drive up to Labrador Bay. Here Haze can attempt another watercolour from the dry confines of the car (while listening to Woolf Works by Max Richter on the car stereo)
And this is the watercolour sketch she produced
JMW Turner approved, gave her the thumbs up!
Words & Photos: Ian Nisbet; Watercolour Sketch: Haze Brown
Over on the little Starcross ferry to Exmouth today.
A large seal was lying out on a jetty as we chugged past. ‘We don’t know its name’ said the ferry boatman.
It could be the ‘Harold’ seen over in Torbay.
On Exmouth beach the sand was white and the sun was lovely. We got sunburnt faces (in September) eating our bacon sarnies.
The windsurfers were all over the sea and sky, having a whale of a time.
And then we’ve plopped on the ferry back to Starcross.
Our Harold had scarpered.
So many steps, steep steps, in Brixham.
Haze used to race up and down these Brixham steps as a child.
Called by the busy bussly harbour down below.
Down on the harbour is where her dad – Les Brown – worked, building boats, all his life.
After our delightful visit to Shaldon Zoo last Saturday we nipped off to nearby Ness Cove.
Down through this rather long ‘Smugglers Tunnel’.
Good job it’s well lit. Otherwise you could start imagining all sorts.
Two women and their dog had to be rescued from the cove in 2013 when the tunnel got blocked off by a landslide.
A 30 foot ladder was used to get both women and dog to safety.
Just a little interesting ‘News Extra’ there. We like to keep people informed we duz. (Well I do. Because my name is ‘Keef’)
A few pics from our visit to Shaldon Zoo yesterday
Here is the Meerkat Lookout dutifully doing his job
His fixed focus was on something about 2 feet above our heads
Next is this White Faced Saki Monkey
‘Their faces look almost like people’ Haze said.
Next is this Azara’s Agouti.
Shy animals are Agouti’s. Get preyed on a lot.
Next was this Red Bellied Lemur.
Conservation Status: Vulnerable
Also a shy seeming animal. Timid. Vulnerable looking with those big baby brown eyes.
And finally here is a Bird Eating Spider
It was huge. I wanted to see it move. But it was fast asleep.
I’d go back to Shaldon Zoo just to sit next to this Hairy Bird Eating Beast.
Waiting to see it scuttle scurrying across its cage hissing, with fangs in the ‘bite-your-head-off’ position.