Meadfoot Beach

A Whizzy Sea (l)

The sea came crashing in at Meadfoot beach this Sunday afternoon.

Didn’t seem to be bothering the seal bobbing about in the coasterolling surf.

He was loving the waves whizzy wildness.

As were we.

Vid & Words: Ian Nisbet
Exclamations of Cheeky Joy: Hazel Brown

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Hogs pudding sarnies on Meadfoot Beach

Down to Meadfoot beach this afternoon to wolf down our hogs pudding sarnies.

Yappy yap dogs were everywhere. It’s October 1st. They’re allowed back to shit on beaches for the winter.

Of shags we could see hardly any.

Over towards Paington and Brixham were these little sailboats

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Were they racing? No, they were flapping back and forth, as if part of a school.

There was plenty of weather around. The seasky was portentous with voluminous cloud.

seasky

Dump a shower of rain and a bolt of thunder up these dogs arses please!

The sailboats flippy flapped on, left to right, right to left across the brothy sea.

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Words & Photo’s: Ian Nisbet

Rockpool pictures

Down to Meadfoot beach to look for shags.

But they were all over on Thatcher Rock, too far away to see (or picture).

So lets picture something nearer to hand

Like this sea anemone.

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Everywhere around these rockpools I was seeing paintings

Rockpool delight

These golden globby globs were ubiquitous (and possibly pernicious?)

Rockpool Glog

These barnacles looked like they were making their way towards somewhere; they positively bristled with intent (even though they were perfectly static)

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I gently touched this anemone.

Sea Anenome

It grabbed and glibbered my fingers tight shut in. The sensation mildly shocking.

Having your fingers unexpectedly suckered in by a sea anemone is vaguely unpleasant, but also, er, strangely erotic.

Pics & Words: Ian Nisbet