Tuesday, 4 September 2012

A pootletastic time

Anna and I are particularly fond of what we call pootling....drifting around in channels and inlets, faces down, brushing past seaweed, marvelling at the colours, spotting fish and generally getting absorbed in the world beneath the surface. Today we visited Butter Bay, in between Bantham and Thurlestone (a noted naturist haunt). At low tide there is a network of gulleys, chasms and pools; we spent a happy hour swimming around, following sandy corridors with rocky walls, pulling ourselves over purple rocks, and weaving through curtains of glowing red seaweed. It was a marine maze, with many delicious dead ends...the perfect place to get lost.

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