How lucky we are to live between the moors and the sea. Sometimes we feel in a bubble of our own microclimate. A short drive and everything can be different.
A strengthening wind
And unsettled sky
Grey mist intermittent over the moor
A short distance South
To where land meets the sea
Over the hill
The sea comes to view
The colours transformed
Cerulean and green
Sparkling in the distance
We rounded the lane
Drove down to the familiar beach again.
The difference so great
Clear skies and wide views
Start Bay at its best
How quickly things change.
My Devon Life 