Having not been to Brean for a while, Wendy and I decided to take a trip.
Shadow does love the wide open space of the sand, so at 7am on the 5th of March Zach, Lauren, Wendy, Shadow and I set off on a 137 mile trip to the beach.
The journey was uneventful, although it rained most of the way down the M5 motorway.
Brean beach isn’t one for swimming as when the tide is high the beach is closed completely. When the tide is low, the waters edge is about a mile out. But it is very popular for walking dogs, flying kites, horse riding and land yachting.
Although sunny by the time we arrived, being Spring, it was still quite cold so we weren’t wearing your average beachware.
After a quick wander around the base of the cliffs, we started to climb up the hill.
On arriving at the top of the steps we get to walk along this
Along the way you do get views of the long open beach
Last time Wendy and I came, there were a small herd of cows here.
Now there is a few pony’s grazing freely. Lauren immediately said that she must feed them, the irony that they have been feeding on the surrounding grass long before she arrived, was completely lost on her.
At the very end of the walk is a Victorian Barracks.
It is an artillery battery from the mid 19th century that protected the Bristol Channel from the threat of French Invasion. The French never invaded (this time), but the battery remained. After the First World War, the barracks were used as a cafe for day trippers who had walked along the Down.
The last use of the site was during the Second World War as a lookout post.
This was the first time Wendy’s two children have been to Brean and they loved it, as far as teenagers go.
We will definitely be back….