A smooth, flat curve of sand stretches out in front of you in Woolacombe, like an oversized running track. Or maybe that’s just the way my mind works; I wished I had my running gear with me when we visited. The most strenuous excercise I got was jogging to the shore with my daughter so that we could watch the surfers getting to grips with the waves which are so renowned in these parts.
Unfortunately, the weather was disappointing when we visited Woolacombe. A morning of rain didn’t put the surfers off – they’re going to get wet anyway I suppose. We, on the other hand, took the opportunity to have a mooch around the many surfy type shops in the little town and get
some ice cream a healthy snack.
Even a miserable day can’t dim the beauty of Woolacombe beach though, and an advantage of the lack of sun was a much quieter beach than you’d get on a sunny afternoon. Sometimes it’s nice to trade the sun on your face for some space around you – until we got too cold that is!