Wild rain and a strong wind set the scene at Portholland, with waves lashing the sea defences as the tide started to fall away. Village residents were stockaded behind closed doors, avoiding the worst of the weather. The vibrant sea and the random nature of the elements made this an exciting place to be. I chatted to Trounce, in the shelter of his home, about the beach, the sea and the lyrical appeal of Portholland.
With Trounce and his recollections, of Portholland and swimming in the sea.
The sea against the shore, at East Portholland.
I popped round the corner to Portholland after filming at Portloe. In my haste, I mistakenly referred to the village as West Portholland, which is in fact a small extention to the West of the actual village where I was. So, my apologies and the manonabeach film is strictly in East Portholland, or Portholland if you prefer. The sea was right in, testing the strong concrete sea defences. The harbour is bordered by charming terraced cottages, including a post office and a small shop, which serves drinks to thirsty coast path walkers. There is plenty of parking as well as toilets next to the beach.