Through the keyhole

It was a very low tide at Thurlestone. So much so that I got to the Rock by clambering across the reef, as well as swimming. I spent ages wallowing around in the various rock pools, marvelling at the myriad seaweeds in all shades of green, brown and pink. I saw a small wrasse and many shoals of fry as well as the odd prawn. There is an enormous pool underneath the Rock itself lined with pebbles in a huge range of colours. I went under the arch and round the outside; it's a spectacularly grand place.