Walking along the beach seemed to be the safest of all the outdoor exercise options yesterday, because the beach is so huge that it is easy to avoid other people doing their similar constitutionals. The Panorama walk is probably the next safest option. I would love to do the walk along the estuary and back, but for a lot of that walk there would be incredible difficulty in keeping a safe distance if one met someone coming the other way.
I wanted to take a photograph on the sea front to match up with a vintage postcard, so I opted for the beach. I was breaking in a new pair of shoes, and was fully armed with blister-treating gear, but happily they were spectacularly comfortable. The light was particularly beautiful. Looking over the estuary, the clouds were gathering over Ceredigion, as they so often are. Looking north up the coast, the sky was completely clear, an endless unblemished ceiling of pure blue. There was nothing much to see in the dunes. The evening primroses are in flower, and are dotted all over, but there is nothing else in bloom at the moment. The very high strandline trailed along just in front of the sand dunes, and contained an unusual number of small crab remains but nothing else of note. There were a few jellyfish washed up, as usual for this time of year. The tide, on its way out, had clearly been remarkably high, nearly reaching the long row of steps that run along the top of the beach along the front of the car park, with a pool of water left behind by the retreating tide also showing how high the tide was.
After the yellows and blues of the dunes and the beach, it was fun to walk back up Balkan Hill, where lush green dominated, and the gardens were full of yellow falls of laburnum and wonderful lilac-coloured rhododendrons. Even the verges were on full alert, with a lovely display of colour.