With Bank Holiday sunshine this good we headed westward with kids, dog, canoes, nets, beer & barbecue for a spot of crabbing, fishing and messing about in boats.
Escaping the hubbub of everyday for a few days, with the plan of wild camping somewhere unspoilt and peaceful, we went in search of sand, sea and solitude without the trappings the usual British seaside holiday brings, instead armed with shore nets and fishing rods to trawl and gather fresh findings for tea. It’s an all round winner, the kids… and dog love it. We get to explore the coastline and sample the freshest offerings, and are absolutely spoilt by the speedy delivery from sea to table.
Working the timings of the tide to gather soft shell crabs for fishing bait, the kids are excited to see such huge crabs and tentatively test to see if they’re soft enough to use. We trawl for prawns and gather whelks in nets for tea and wait for the returning tide to deliver mackerel for supper. An evening rounded off with a fire on the beach to sear and lightly char the catch of the day and watch the sun set over a surprisingly, very empty beach and tranquil sea.
An early morning paddle around the bay to take in the coastline is a great way to start the day before everyone’s up and back in time for crispy bacon butties for breakfast. We stayed right on the beach with one or two other campervans on the long stretch of pebbly beach, peace and solitude delivered.
For lunch, the freshest prawns and whitebait quickly pan fried with a squeeze of lemon, a green salad washed down with a bottle of plonk.