I had a half day on Friday and was keen to see the sea, so Sidmouth it was. My friend and I found a free parking spot right on the sea front, and crossed the road to check out the waves.
Looking west they were roaring and churning.
and to the east, just as rough and the distant cliffs of Lyme Bay were hidden in the sea mist.
We wandered down the slipway by the breakwater. The only shelter from the wind was up close to the wall.
But there was more to see on the pebbles, I liked the black and white one and was tempted to take it home, but didn’t.
The lifeboat man 😉 stood guard opposite the RNLI station, he’s been waiting there for a very long time.
We’ll come back and check the cliffs a bit later. For now we’re having a little respite from the wind, and heading for town.
This beautiful and traditional shop, Mountstephen, has been trading since 1902, but way out of my price range.
Trumps, a grocers for two hundred years closed down in 2014. It’s very sad to see this once wonderful shop go the way of so many local food shops. They sold fabulous food, but couldn’t make it pay any longer. It’s a Grade 2 listed building, and it looks like the upstairs isn’t going to be converted into apartments.
The Square will be elbow to elbow with people in six months time, for the folk festival, but all is quiet on the last Friday in January.
The Anchor is a lovely pub, all year round and they host live music and even story telling during the festival.
We had hot chocolate and rich, buttery shortbread in a favourite seafront café, Mocha, and then tempted by a bit of blue sky, stepped across the esplanade.
I wonder if my eyes deceive me, surely no one would be kite surfing in that sea, but yes and he must be crazy!
We watched for a while and I must say I was glad to see him safely back on the beach (excuse the photo, my i phone can’t manage the distance).
The empty esplanade is waiting for summer, just as I am.
For now we’ll head into the sea mist, towards the cliffs.
At the end of the promenade the river Sid trickles into the sea, and it’s no longer safe to walk on that part of the beach, because of the frequent landslides that are eroding the sandstone.
Can you see the pieces of wood dangling down from the clifftop? It’s the remains of a fence that was previously beside the south West Coast Path, at the bottom of someone’s garden. Lots of Britain’s coastline is being reclaimed by the sea, gradually washing away. Sidmouth could look very different in a few generations from now.
I hope you enjoyed Sidmouth even if it was grey and damp, I’ll take you again in summer.
I’m joining Jo for her Monday walk – if I’m in time, but if not this week maybe in a couple of weeks time!