The craft fair season has begun and today I’ve been to a regular venue at Beer, in east Devon. It was a glorious spring day with a cool breeze coming off the sea, and lovely for a stroll.
Plants will always strive to grow in the most unlikely places, including high up on the cliff face at Beer, the bright yellow and purple ones are wild wallflower. I think the more delicate yellow are a type of wild cabbage and the paler mauve are a mallow variety.
The beach at Beer is very special, unspoilt and traditional, with ice cream and crab sandwiches, pebbles and driftwood and the opportunity to try your hand at mackerel fishing.
If ever you’re in Devon, pay Beer a visit, try a crab sandwich and then perhaps a walk on the coast path to build up an appetite for cream tea!
Lucid Gypsy 
This has been a lovely stroll. I can’t wait to walk along a beach. Where is OUR good weather. Sigh. ~(*_*)~~
It has to be on it’s way now!
Must be. I’m sure it will be an appearance, even if a brief one before winter comes again. Ha ha.
Very picturesque, Gilly. Crab sandwiches and cream teas, that sounds heavenly 🙂
It’s quaint and lovely!
such a joyful treat for me on awakening this morning …. all that colour and interest on the beach! oh yes, I would love a crab sandwich and a cream tea!
It’s subtle and understated 🙂
What a great start to my day! Such a picturesque place
It all looks so perfect Gilly…beautiful vintage foods and sights. Love the stripy deckchairs. If I’m ever anywhere near Beer I will make sure to visit. Thanks for the introduction 🙂
I know you would like it, the ancient coastline echoes with the ancestors.
I am with the others…devonshire tea…crab sandwiches…yummy, then throw in some sand and salt air…perfection
It is a dear little place 🙂
Beautiful as always. I can’t wait for the day when I can come to the U.K., it is one of my dreams. In the meantime I will continue to visit through your pictures and words. Thank you so much Gilly.
Ah Dom I hope your dream comes true 🙂
What are those beach huts? How does that work? I’d love to walk that beach. Thanks for taking us there.
They are a seaside tradition, dear little huts that you own or rent for a day, week or summer. Somewhere to sit, shelter from the sun or rain, drink tea, eat ice cream and watch the world go by!
You know, the title of your post had me confused. A lovely stroll. 🙂
There’s a place named Beer. Why don’t I live there. Lovely photos.