Monday, 8 July 2013

Row Cove

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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