We gathered for a birthday bob at Beesands, where the shingle and the sea stretch for miles. As we entered the water the beach dropped away under us and we were cast into vastness. The sea is so clear here, and the sound of the pebbles relentlessly churning back and forth underneath is quite mesmerising. It was fiendishly fresh but so invigorating too. Afterwards we sat in the Britannia cafe and ate crab soup, looking out on the congers drying to be bait for the pots.