Yesterday did not go to plan, our proposed destination was packed with holiday makers and festival goers squeezing the last moments out of the school Easter Holidays.

Luckily a chance conversation with a patient earlier in the week took us to a nearby beach that was much quieter.But also deeply surreal as the sea had turned the colour of red wine and was stormily bubbling like a cauldren. An earlier clifffall had turned the sea into a mass of red water with pink surf. If staring out to sea is mesmeric at the best of times then yesterday it was 10 times more spellbinding.

Nothing felt quite as it should. Funny how a colour change was quite so discombobulating. Especially when the sun was shining brightly.

It was however freezing. Even water like wine could not keep us long on the beach but even the Otter river estuary kept up the other worldliness. Particularly the remnants of old Lime Kilns tumbling into or being isolated by the flow of the river.

A most peculiar experience.