Years ago we only really went to the north coast of Cornwall, we did venture to the other side occasionally, it's just that we preferred the rugged and more isolated northern path and small towns and villages spread along it. Since we've had kids the southern shores have attracted us with warmer, less windy coves and sandy but busy beaches.
This time we spent more time on the north coast again, this beach is Portheras Cove near Boscastle, and a cleaner, sandier spot it is hard to find (well OK Hayle is certainly sandier at 3 miles long). It's a blissful beach, and the kids loved dodging and running to the waves, but the power of the sea here is phenomenal. This came a few days after Lewis had underestimated the power of the sea at Jangye Ryn, and so we were taking no chances... But even so one wave came in and dropped a huge amount of water throwing Gregory about 25 feet onto the rocks. Once you're over the water just carries you along until you stop. Fortunately I was there to grab him but he was very shocked and had cuts all over his legs and blood running down them. I also had to watch a dog ( a big black lab) being sucked back into the sea by the same wave. It managed to survive but was a potent reminder.
I was looking at his knees yesterday and said "Greg your legs are a mess, what have you been doing to them..." to which he replied "It was Cornwall Dad remember...!"
Ah yes I remember now....
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