Imagine waking from your favourite dream and finding yourself standing there, in real time. If I were you, I would wake up on this beach, on this morning, exactly as you see in the film below.
As good as it gets.
Simon says… what the beach means to him.
This wild and elemental beach is a spring to autumn treat, considered to be too dangerous to access through the winter months. As a result, it’s always popular when open and parking is provided by The National Trust. The best access is via their Carnewas car park, which has facilities and a tearoom. After the steep climb down, you’re greeted by unblemished nature. The best time for a visit is at low tide, when you can enjoy the exposed sea stacks and gaze in awe at the wide difference here between low and high tide, marked on the rocks by the lines of mussels.
Stefan and Jo’s landmark associations with beaches, including their elemental appeal.
Wild, elemental nature at Bedruthan Steps in North Cornwall.
This evening re-visit, at low tide, showed off the sand patterns and eddies. The sea was alive and people were enjoying the release of being near wild, elemental nature.
With Alison, Hannah and Kevin, in the teeth of the sea and wild nature.
Bedruthan Steps beach was only accessible up to October 30th this year (2011). I visited the day before it closed, in beautiful weather towards low tide, the only time you can get down there (+- 2 hours either side). It is highly atmospheric and timeless, with spherical white quartz pebbles and stones fashioned and churned up in the far back corner. There are many granite intrusions on the beach. I also filmed a sea stack which showed the 18 foot difference between high and low tide, marked with lines of mussels.
Bedruthan Steps beach, as seen from above at low tide.
Evidence of the wide tide gap on Cornwall’s coastline.
The wide expanse of the beach and sand.
The sheen of the retreating water on the sand.
The rocks on the waterline at Bedruthan Steps.
My interview with two walkers at Bedruthan Steps. They were both much travelled. He had spent a lot of time fell walking and mountaineering in the Lake District. He was not the first person to tell me that there is nowhere in England with beaches like the North Coast of Cornwall. There’s also an interesting Northern European insight from his partner.