Still, clear turquoise waters.....swimming off sun-baked rocks....gazing out over a hazy sea, where boats gently bob...it felt like a Greek island, but no, it was Devon in the Easter heatwave. This is Cellars Beach, at the mouth of the Yealm. It's a low tide beach, but it's not a problem when the tide is high because there is an enormous rock to sit on. As you do so you gaze out on the Mewstone and Plymouth Sound and the odd naval ship.
The water was deceptive - it was very cold. I swam for too long, enthralled by the crystal clear water and the intriguing underwater landscape. When I eventually came out I was chilled to the bone, despite the heat.
Still, clear turquoise waters.....swimming off sun-baked rocks....gazing out over a hazy sea, where boats gently bob...it felt like a Greek island, but no, it was Devon in the Easter heatwave. This is Cellars Beach, at the mouth of the Yealm. It's a low tide beach, but it's not a problem when the tide is high because there is an enormous rock to sit on. As you do so you gaze out on the Mewstone and Plymouth Sound and the odd naval ship. 
The water was deceptive - it was very cold. I swam for too long, enthralled by the crystal clear water and the intriguing underwater landscape. When I eventually came out I was chilled to the bone, despite the heat.
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