You have to walk through a caravan park to get to Row Cove. It's full of green static vans lovingly maintained by their owners, who tend to be locals from Plymouth. Some - the caravans not the owners - even have roses trained around the door. A staircase takes you down to the beach, where an intriguing map of sea and rocks spreads out before you. (On the way down we met a two chaps on their way back with a huge lobster; they were puffing with exhaustion having had to row out to their pot because their outboard had given up the ghost. Perhaps that's why it's called Row Cove? I digress). There's a whole network of gullies, channels and even a small rock arch to explore. The water was incredibly clear; we could see the bottom, and spent ages pottering about, diving off rocks and getting lost in the maze.
You have to walk through a caravan park to get to Row Cove. It's full of green static vans lovingly maintained by their owners, who tend to be locals from Plymouth. Some - the caravans not the owners - even have roses trained around the door. A staircase takes you down to the beach, where an intriguing map of sea and rocks spreads out before you. (On the way down we met a two chaps on their way back with a huge lobster; they were puffing with exhaustion having had to row out to their pot because their outboard had given up the ghost. Perhaps that's why it's called Row Cove? I digress). There's a whole network of gullies, channels and even a small rock arch to explore. The water was incredibly clear; we could see the bottom, and spent ages pottering about, diving off rocks and getting lost in the maze.
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