These lifeguard towers are not in position, but are ‘parked’ between two beaches. Are they retired, or waiting for the busy season perhaps? And where is number 37?
I’m posting this as part of Debbie’s Six Word Saturday.
Dear Californian blue skies and sunshine, You are a very welcome sight and I am enjoying basking in your warmth for a week or two. There’s nothing much nicer than walking along a beach with the sun shining, the water sparkling and the sounds of the waves crashing on the shore.
Dear fingers, What is wrong with you today – you don’t seem to be able to type two words in a row without getting the letters in the wrong order, or missing some out completely.
Dear finger nails, Just when I was congratulating myself on you being back to your usual strength, one broke, which is very annoying.
Dear hummingirds, I wonder why you are called hummingbirds, when actually you make more of an electronic buzzing sound? Perhaps buzzingbird doesn’t sound quite so good.
Dear self, Why on earth did you forget to bring a camera on this trip? Luckily a mobile phone takes quite decent photos these days, but I am really missing the zoom function of a camera.
Dear readers, I hope you have a good Friday.
The chilly weather a few days ago (when I was thinking of putting the central heating on – in July, surely not?) drew me towards looking longingly at some beach photos. So, for no other reason than they look fantastic, here are some beaches I’d love to visit.
Who’s with me?
All the beaches above are ones I’d be more than happy to visit, but I will finish with two lovely ones that I HAVE visited – many years ago on family summer holidays (camping with mum, dad and my sister). I remember loving the white sand, the almost-warm water and the beautiful little shells we could find on the beach – all courtesy of the Gulf Stream. The first is Durness and the second is Balnakeil Bay, quite close to each other on the west side of the north coast of Scotland –
Apart from the last picture, I’m afraid I haven’t been able to find who to credit for any of the photos.
At the beginning of June we went to Biarritz for the weekend, a place I haven’t been to before although I have been to France many, many times (started with a family camping/driving holiday when I was about 16 and I’ve loved it ever since). We went to visit friends who used to live there but have since returned to the UK, keeping their apartment which overlooks the beach. It doesn’t just overlook a beach, which is great in itself, but it has fantastic sound effects as the Atlantic waves crash in to the shore.
The journey was easy. We flew from London Stansted directly to Biarritz (about an hour and a half) and were at the apartment about 30 minutes after landing. The weather was lovely on the Saturday during the afternoon, but by 9pm the rain arrived and was with us for most of the rest of the weekend which was a real shame, although it didn’t stop us going for a bracing walk along the coast on the Monday morning before our afternoon flight home.
On Saturday afternoon we went for a walk along by the beach into town for a browse round the shops (well, it had to be done!) and the customary purchasing of a postcard to send home to my mum. The beach had a few families on it and the odd dog-walker , but mainly it was populated by surfers. The big waves make it a popular place and they were there in their hoardes. Later we went back to the apartment for coffee and cakes – the French are masters of patisserie and know how to make beautiful little cakes and pastries, and package them beautifully too. Mmmmmmm.
We went out for dinner that evening, walking through the town to a small restaurant with a small, but tasty, menu. The following morning it was dry so we decided to drive south along the coast a few miles to the town of Saint Jean de Luz. We parked up and started walking along by the beach when, naturally, it started to rain. We dived into a cafe, thinking we’d have a coffee while we waited for the rain to stop, but ended up staying for lunch as well and then drove back to Biarritz for a quiet afternoon watching the rain lashing against the windows and the grey waves crashing even more furiously onto the beach.
On Monday the day dawned dry, but dull, and we decided to walk from the apartment, along the coast north, past the lighthouse and on for a few miles to a restaurant for lunch. We got about half way before… it started to rain. We carried on, hoping it was just a shower, but eventually admitted defeat and turned round and headed back to the apartment in what was, by now, pouring rain.
I only took a few photos over the weekend, but none of the town for some reason – perhaps because I was so captivated by the sea, and the sounds of the waves, and kept trying to capture the perfect shot of it rather than turning my lens on the town.
Here’s a view of the beach, unfortunately not taken when the sun was shining …
And a view of the town and beach taken from the foot of the lighthouse – rain clouds clearly looming …
On the second night we went out for a meal in a lovely restaurant, Chez Albert, in the old port. The ambience was great and the meal delicious. We started with paella and finished off with creme brulee, both accompanied by some rather fine French wines.
All in all, despite the foul weather, it was a great place to visit and I’m looking forward to the next time I go. Hopefully with better weather!