The air is fresh, the wind swirling fluffy clouds around the sky.
Relaxation fills me as all I can hear are subtle classical notes coming from a quirky refreshment van, the bleating of sheep dotted around the meadows flowing seamlessly into the golden sands of the beach and the rhythmical sound of waves hitting the sand.
A tiny estuary joins this magical cove, full of swans gracefully paddling down towards a line of swooping seagulls fishing in the surf, twirling on the breeze.
Bantham Beach by Dr Deborah Quinn
Bantham Beach by Dr Deborah Quinn
Bantham Beach by Dr Deborah Quinn
