Little Institute Beach continues to surprise and amaze.
When the tide goes out all sorts of birds appear to fish and feed in the seaweedy rockpools.
This Saturday there were half a dozen oystercatchers, several cormorants, a little egret (may have been two) a pair of sea-faring swans gliding across the bay, and quite unexpectedly, a grey heron turned up.
A rather stationary grey heron. In half an hours filming it hardly moved. As dusk fell it squatted down into a small scrunchy ball, seemingly asleep.
Yesterday we went back just as a seal was popping its doggy head up above the waves; lasted all of 5 secs (not included in this vid)
What will we see there next I wonder?
Vid & Words: Ian Nisbet
Institute Beach Heron Officer: Hazel Brown
At least half a dozen cormorants were fishing and feeding together off Institute beach this afternoon.
And then a (big) little egret joined in.
We could see sprats and whitebait leaping up out of the sea.
Institute beach is where its ‘at’.
The Dive is jumping man!
Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet
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?