Hunt’s Bay is a little gem. Perfectly shaped above a raised beach, there are rarely
people here. Locals find lobsters
and crabs at low tide, but as usual I have the place to myself. There’s a big kelp forest offshore, and
spring tides can dump thick wracks onto the rocks and shoreline. With calm seas of late, there’s just a
little along an old tide line high up on the shore. I turn it over with my foot, and sand hoppers spring into life,
but in no time at all find refuge again beneath the kelp. Flies too are disturbed, but take more
time to settle. I walk on, knowing
that pied wagtails and rock pipits will take advantage of the newly feeding
opportunity I just made for them.
The rock strata laid down after the last ice age in almost vertical
folds, is enough to partially hide a heron fishing in the rock pools. I catch glimpses of its head, but never
enough to see if he succeeds.
Above the shore, the raised beach is clear of bracken. The National Trust owns these cliffs,
but allows a local farmer to take off the bracken each autumn. This, and periodic burning of the
gorse, enables a rich community of limestone flowers to thrive during summer
months, which in some years can be spectacular. Fungi, many of which I find difficult to identify, are
scattered about in small groups. I
photograph a couple, hoping the field guide will later come to my aid.

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