Birthday tradition dictates that I MUST swim around Burgh Island if at all possible, but it's always a toss-up as to whether it happens. In past years we've had driving rain and huge swells, but this year, well, we lucked out. The sea was flat calm and we pootled around the island, clockwise, which is controversial but my favourite way of doing it. As we approached the chasm at the back, the cormorants lined up to salute us. There was a bit of scrambling towards the end of the gulley, but then it was out and through and into the most diverting maze of channels and slowly swirling seaweed. Towards the end we saw carpets of snakelocks anemones covering the rocks, almost like pink moss. I have never seen them in such profusion. Back on the beach we warmed up in HOT sun, so welcome after a lot of dreary weather, and ate oodles of cake. Perfect.
Birthday tradition dictates that I MUST swim around Burgh Island if at all possible, but it's always a toss-up as to whether it happens. In past years we've had driving rain and huge swells, but this year, well, we lucked out. The sea was flat calm and we pootled around the island, clockwise, which is controversial but my favourite way of doing it. As we approached the chasm at the back, the cormorants lined up to salute us. There was a bit of scrambling towards the end of the gulley, but then it was out and through and into the most diverting maze of channels and slowly swirling seaweed. Towards the end we saw carpets of snakelocks anemones covering the rocks, almost like pink moss. I have never seen them in such profusion. Back on the beach we warmed up in HOT sun, so welcome after a lot of dreary weather, and ate oodles of cake. Perfect. 
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