Beach facilities
Season: summer
Bright sunshine at Kingsand Cawsand lit the way for this summer re-visit. Plymouth Sound became a hive of activity as the morning drifted on, the tide rising to meet an influx of day trippers. The atmosphere was peaceful and the villages seemed at ease with each other, seamlessly linked by their winding, narrow lane.
Claire’s lifelong love of the beach.
A re-acquaintance with artist Jim Woolley (see winter visit, below).
Alles zusammen in dieser welt, am strand mit Marianne, von Bavaria.
On a rising tide at Cawsand beach during a stunning morning.
Season: autumn
On arrival at Kingsand Cawsand, a warship slipped its mooring and headed out of Plymouth Sound. Although peaceful and quiet, the aspect here, overlooking a busy shipping thoroughfare, rings with historical references. The sun in the east threw a moored yacht into relief. This is a place that people have always left from and returned to. Those that stay can always watch people do just that, perhaps weighing their prospects and rewards.
Thea reflects on the thoroughfare in front of the beach.
Fisherman David’s place in the jigsaw.
Kingsand Cawsand in the morning, with the sun streaming over the Sound. You can see interviewee David and his boat coming into port.
Season: winter
There is a large car park at the head of the joint village of Kingsand Cawsand, with plenty of attractive shops and a couple of pubs to enjoy. The three beaches that make up the village look east towards the entrance to Plymouth Sound and a warship had just emerged, presumably from Devonport, during my visit. Also across Cawsand Bay is the factory for Princess yachts, which are often tested in the bay. There’s a tourism feel here, but olde worlde charm and its smuggling association shines through.
An interview with the artist Jim Woolley, who works “en plein air”.
Looking at Girt beach and towards Kingsand beach.
Cawsand.