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Riding on the beach

11 Oct 2009 / in general stuff, travels

During our stay in Brittany these past two weeks, I did a couple of long rides, through the absurdly pretty hamlets with granite stone farms and along the lofty cliff tops near Plouha. I rode along gorsey tracks with the wind in my face and down steep damp stoney woodland paths towards perhaps my favourite beach in Europe: La Plage du Palus. I first rode on this beach eleven years ago and the memory of cantering over the smooth wet sand has never left me. You just feel completely freeeeeee!

In the summer this beach is busy with holidaymakers, but for 10 months of the year all you get are a few local dogwalkers, the odd surfer, a few musselpickers, the occasional fisherman, oh, and, at low tide, horses from the nearby stables.

I’m not used to spending two hours at a time in the saddle, so consequently after each ride, my knees and thigh muscles ached like buggery!

On my last ride on Thursday, as we cantered through the surf, a cloud of black-headed gulls followed us along the length of the beach, diving for tiny creatures displaced in the sand by the hoof-fall. Fabulous.

Photos: Moth Clark

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