A sporting swell and some fat rollers greeted us on our arrival at Meadfoot. The sun was gloriously bright and the islands off the beach rose up like shark fins in the distance. Getting in was a little hairy, as the waves tried to knock us over, but once in we were fine. We swam around Triangle Rock, continuously carried up and down by the swell, and blinking in the brightness of the sun. Once round the corner, we swam along to West Shag Rock. Gary was keen to 'claim' it, and launched himself into the swirling surf at the bottom of the island, so as to stretch out and touch the rock before being knocked back by the surf. As we swam back I saw an exotic looking white house at the top of the cliff that I'd never noticed before, with the perfect round turret looking out to sea.
A sporting swell and some fat rollers greeted us on our arrival at Meadfoot. The sun was gloriously bright and the islands off the beach rose up like shark fins in the distance. Getting in was a little hairy, as the waves tried to knock us over, but once in we were fine. We swam around Triangle Rock, continuously carried up and down by the swell, and blinking in the brightness of the sun. Once round the corner, we swam along to West Shag Rock. Gary was keen to 'claim' it, and launched himself into the swirling surf at the bottom of the island, so as to stretch out and touch the rock before being knocked back by the surf. As we swam back I saw an exotic looking white house at the top of the cliff that I'd never noticed before, with the perfect round turret looking out to sea.
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