28/09/2015 by Carl Reynolds
Big moon, blood moon, lunar eclipse. For those of you with a fantastical bent a very auspicious night; for those of us who know better, a beautiful manifestation of the wonderful physics at play in our part of the universe.
As ever, the shoal of South Devon wildings had a plan…a spontaneous plan. We’ll be here betwixt now and then, and be off to there by sometime soon. After an hour’s drive from Brixham along narrowing lanes, I was up for a dip, so having met Lynda, Dave, Allan, Jackie and Lumen, stopped and swam in the shallow swells off Mothecombe in the blazing sunshine. Soothing and restorative. Then over the hill to Bugle Hole; a series of spiky islets, deep channels, clear waters and deep forests of weed. On this high spring tide, leaps from ahigh into the depths became exhilarating, swims between rocky outcrops were easy and the environs were glistening and bright in the late summer sunshine.
And back to Mothecombe to meet more mers, food, fire and an exuberant skinny dip in the moonbeams.