Wild waves crashed onto the rocks and beach at Constantine Bay this morning. The weather was mild and windy, with families and walkers enjoying the ebb tide, some passing through between Harlyn and Treyarnon, or even Porthcothan, to enjoy a spectacular walk on North Cornwall’s outstanding section of the South West Coast Path.
Out on the rocks, near the sea at Constantine Bay.
The bright sunshine for this morning visit had brought the early visitors out onto the beach. Constantine By, at low tide, looked splendid, welcoming and open to all. The seasonal concessions, selling coffee and renting surfboards, were up with the lark.
Geoff explains what a tonic he gets from his daily beach visits.
Jill explains what the beach means to her.
The beach at Constantine Bay, from the sand dunes at low tide.
It was mild and misty for this re-visit, but the sea was wild and the beach was littered with jetsam at the high tide mark, on a falling tide. You can see pictures of it on the manonabeach Facebook page. I was able to get out to the rocks on the small headland, where I enjoyed the surging power of the sea from side-on, seriously elemental.
The beach at Constantine Bay, from above.
Feeling close to the sea, on the rocks at Constantine Bay.
A trip during the Indian summer of 2011 to Constantine Bay on a windy but sunny day. There’s an accessible car park with toilets at the end of the beach, but no shops at hand. The beach gets very busy during the summer season. It’s a beach that always seems to have a grander scale than its actual dimensions, feeling rather like Crantock or Watergate Bay in wild weather circumstances. You can see the off-season side of an elemental North Cornwall beach on display for this re-visit. Its character is very different from the iconic August scene in the school summer holidays. Now, local dog walkers and long-standing, regular visitors are the staple beach users and there’s an easy, rustic ambience.
The beach at Constantine Bay, from the shelter of the rocks.
A fine sense of the waves on the North Cornwall coast at Constantine Bay. Say no more!
Goose barnacles on a much travelled log, washed up on Constantine Bay beach via the Gulf Stream.
Two fun interviews with a Mum and her son who were visiting their home in the village; she would clearly have preferred to live here and he was glad to visit. Massive wolf hound dogs, as I remember.
My chat to the son, at the car park just behind the beach.