…has been the place to be this weekend. Unlike Camber, parking is spread out along the road, so it never gets too crowded.
At high tide, it’s a great luxury to swim in the blue sea while Little Terns twitter and splash just yards away, while at low, you can go shrimping in the shallows. If you walk straight out, you cut across ridges of sand with muddy gulleys in between, so you can wade waist deep only to emerge on a ridge with water no higher than your ankles.
This morning I caught quite a few Shrimps, a dozen sole-sized Sole, my first-ever Skate, Shore & Swimming Crabs and enough Weevers to make me anxious for the many people walking barefoot through the water. At one point, when I had scooped up a heavy load of weed, I had some kind of Pipefish, but it slipped away.
Hundreds of people were out enjoying themselves in the sunshine.
And as I arrived home, a White Admiral unexpectedly fluttered through our garden.
So that’s the good news: RXArcadia. Unhappily, the hot weather also brings RXBabylon in the form of foolhardy drivers, idiot jetskiers and this weekend, a beach party with generators, lights, record decks and loudspeakers, which broadcast thudding music across the whole area from Saturday evening to Sunday lunch-time, without any regard for the people who live here. Incredibly, the organiser claimed to have been granted a license for this event by Rother District Council! (LATER FOUND TO BE UNTRUE)