Paddling in pools or climbing up crags. Can you find a better use for them?
As activities go, this is the easy-like-Sunday-morning end of effort. Low tide serves up a thousand secrets and the barnacles defoliate the skin a treat – just rub gently. Potter about like a beached blenny in ankle-deep slush as your ice cream drips mellow, yellow, sugary bait while you wait with your net.
The most modest of pools stage all forms of sealife...snails, shrimps, gobies, crabs, anemones, jellyfish and even four-limbed starfish. Explore, lazily.
Rocks like a good argument, as any mountaineer will tell you. They taunt the machismo out of the most retiring souls. The West Country is blessed with crags, cliffs and gullies for bouldering (hopscotch on big rocks), scrambling (boots and ropes) or full-face rockclimbing (harnesses, helmets, the full caboodle). If you don’t know your belay from your belly, best grab a guide. They tend to know every handgrip and foothold by Braille. Conquer, valiantly.