We live right on the south west coast of England and it's a lovely place to be. Lots of beaches nearby, together with forests, heaths and other types of countryside to explore.
It's also a very popular tourist destination. People come from all over the country every summer. And of course we're grateful for that because it provides a lot of employment.
We had a lovely weekend a few weeks ago, just as lockdown restrictions were being eased in the UK. People were allowed to travel for exercise, which we hadn't been able to do for many weeks. Well, the world and his wife decided to come to this area.
Now this beach is fairly quick and easy to clear, but just along the coast is a beautiful beach at the bottom of the cliff.
With a long footpath to get down there
And lots of people fancied a day out there too so this is what happened that day
Which would have been ok but people tend to jump off the top of the cliffs into the water. (Don't ask me why, it's the last thing I'd want to do myself, but there it is!) and when two of them got into trouble, they had to call out the air ambulances. And they couldn't get people up that path quickly enough so, to make room on the beach for them...
Not quite the 2-metre social-distancing we were all sticking to.
They've just announced that we have NOT had a spike in Covid cases here as a result of this. I guess most people just went home afterwards and didn't interact very much with the people who live here. But it makes me very wary of going anywhere that might be busy. Luckily there are lots of unknown beaches hidden away that we can use and this week we were here
and I think we'll stick with this sort of place over the summer too!
There's something special about being on the beach. It feels timeless. I've been doing it since I was a child and there's a priceless sense of continuity that is soothing in this crazy, never-before, unheard of experience that we're all going through. I'm very grateful for it.