From: Chloe Kimber
Category: Other stuff
Date: 05 October 2003
It was a reasonably sunny, warm late afternoon, as we stripped down to our undies in the late, autumunal heat. The train track runs right past the beach, as it does all along the coast in this part of Devon. The train journey, therefore is spectacular in its views of the coast even though the two towns the beach is wedged in between are not. A few families and Sunday dog walkers were out and about, but, as I enveloped my pale body in the water smugly, none were 'brave''crazy' or whatever to get in the water. The sun and the sky drew a mirrored reflection on the calm sea, it was surprisingly warm in the water. It had been warm for days, plus it was low tide. Nice. Next to the rocks that lurked threateningly beneath the surface of the water, were two huge rocky outcrops. Locally they are known as 'The Parson and The Clerk'. Pesonally, I couldn't help commenting that they looked rather more phallic than figurative. But then, swimming in the sea does have a funny effect on me. Great last British swim of the year. Yum. Come on, will someone else review something else that happens outside London?
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