Fistral Beach

In the past ten years, i have taken to avoiding Newquay like the plague, which is a shame because I have missed out on some of the beaches which have made Newquay such a popular holiday destination. In winter especially, Newquay’s beaches become such different places. Today Fistral Beach was cold, wet and windy, and it soon became impossible to keep my camera lens dry. the sandy beach ends in a low ridge of dunes, like the sand has been dumped in a long heap by the sea. The headland, with its Headland Hotel, dominates Fistral over on its right side. The Hotel itself is a large Victorian gothic monstrosity, endearingly ugly. When the weather turns nasty it does tempt you with afternoon tea in cosy drawing rooms overlooking the sea.