Bimble to Harlyn Bay
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Sat 13 May 2017 22:57
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Bimble to Harlyn
Bay
 Feeling better this morning and
looking out at the sun shining brightly, we decided to bimble to Harlyn Bay, no
sooner than the wind hit I had to sneak back for my coat. Five minutes later we
were looking down on Mother Ivey’s Beach, the Padstow
RNLI station looking so much clearer at low tide. Looking down – lo and behold
there were a few sets of people....jaw-dropping.....
SUNBATHING........
  Spot the
difference. One man walked past then stopped to try and convince me that
“out of the cold wind it is rather nice.” My instant response was to mention
Malaysia is somewhat hotter..............
 Said advice man was soon seen PADDLING, what is wrong with the Brits the second the sun
comes out. I remember enduring too many school outings freezing to even want to
get sand on my shoes. Even I think it’s looks extremely
cold and the wind chill would cut to the quick. Case closed and on
we went.
  Looking toward
Padstow, clumps of sea thrift and loving being here. A little further
along the track Harlyn Bay appeared over on the
right.
 Looking over our right shoulders we
see the extent of the static caravans – we are parked
beyond.
  Such a typical
Cornish scene, amongst the grass we have never seen so much sea thrift.
 At the ‘corner’ we watched the tidal flow.
  I enjoyed the sea for a while as Bear headed toward a few benches and turned to wave. The
clouds began to look ominous.
  Settled on Stephanie’s special place. The brown bench behind Bear is
dedicated to two pals Ernie and Brian.
 Love this
coast, all Knights of the Round Table.
  Harlyn Bay.
   At the end of the first track, a
classic Cornish cottage. We
bimbled past fields and headed toward the next campsite.
       Bimbling through the massive Harlyn
Bay campsite, it was lovely to see so many
blooms.
   Along the road this chap sat enjoying a sheltered spot and let me zoom in on
him.
  Back to Mother
Ivey’s where Bear met Ivey.
 By the shop we
found some old
favourites. Tucked up in our “this is no
Mabel”, cup of tea in hand, the heavens opened with stormy winds.
ALL IN ALL BRACING BUT
LOVELY
A NICE REFRESHING BIMBLE ALONG THE BLOWY CLIFF
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