‘Ahh don’t tell everyone about that!’

‘Everyone? I think there might be about 3 people who will read this’

‘I just don’t want everyone to know about it.’

Secret beaches are never secret. Find somewhere that feels like only you know about it and it’s ansum but it’s also certain a fair amount of other people know it and think the same. So whilst I somewhat agree with the above objection, raised by a friend, then I also think that those who want to see it should.

It was a greyish day, but use your imagination.

This is right next to Porthluney (and it’s free). If coming to the main beach from The Dodman/Gorran side then continue past the beach and ‘castle’ up to the top of the next hill. Park in the layby and hop the steel gate on the east side of said layby. Continue straight down the hill. Encounter this: 20160329_185200

Owned by the estate of course, an old lookout now converted into a ‘wild wedding’ venue, but in my opinion an excellent place for a wild camp.

Continue directly diagonally down from here towards the bottom right (west) side of the field, usually inhabited by sheep but sometimes Highland Cattle (and in the autumn Horse Mushrooms grow), there is a metal gatepost. Hop that and carry on down the path.


It’s an abseil rather than a walk. This photo doesnt really do the gradient justice. Some kindly soul has attached the fishing rope to buoys to help but it’s always hellish slippery.

And after a few hundred metres of slipping and grasping you will arrive at the beach. I have never actually encountered another person on here, but there were fresh footprints this time around (you can tell alot from footprints on a beach; no. of people, male/female, types of shoe, time spent, direction walked, what they looked at, what dog they had etc.).

20160329_183418I’m not sure what other people do on a beach other than lie about and swim, but there is a flock of Oystercatchers here that are always idignant and you can find Cowrie shells if you look hard enough. Also the rockpools are teaming with various types of life that are less abundant on more well travelled beaches.  The jetsam is usually interesting too, I found a chunk of redwood here once. They grow in California.

I regret not taking photographs here a few years ago. A person/persons unknown had made some seriously  impressive drystone sculptures. Some over 6 foot in height. Perfectly geometrical behives, cairns and towers and a small footbridge. I thought they might still be standing but the storms must have had their way with them. Ah well.

Maybe in the future they will reappear so watch this space or go have a gander yourself.

That’s it.

I made a concerted effort not to waffle here.