There’s never enough tears at the beach.
I mean it. The beaches of North Devon are usually full of laughing kids and their parents. They joyfully frolic in the surf and sand; enjoying each other’s company and eating ice creams. If you’re a parent or a child, there’s nothing more comforting than arriving to a packed beach full of people having fun. Yes, you’ll struggle to find a spot and you’ll be surrounded by noise all day long but it will be the best kind of noise.
The screams of jubilance and surprise that will make a Mum and Dad’s hearts soar, are the very sounds that will cut the lonely and single person’s heart to the quick.
Sometimes you need a beach that will shake you up inside and remind you of every sad movie you’ve ever watched, all at once.
These are 5 such beaches that will make you cry upon leaving your Ford Fiesta:
Heddon’s Mouth, Near Lynton
This beach is so secluded that Nazis used to holiday here.
During the Second World War, U-Boat captains would moor off the coast and take their crews to the sunny cove for a bit of a chill out session. These days you won’t find any White Supremacists or Anti-Semitics here. Just the crashing of the waves and your cold, lonely thoughts that haunt your waking hours.
Saunton Sands, Saunton
Wide open, peaceful yet tragic.
Get to this beach at the right time and it will be empty of body-boarding tourist and handsome surfers. Get there early, when the sun is just about to rise and your hangover is just about to kick in. The dunes bleed into the beach and the sea will seem impossibly far away. Feel your headache peak with the rising sun and let those tears flow.
Westward Ho!, Near Bideford
The exclamation mark is truly a ironic one, prepare to weep.
Sit on this beach for long enough and you’ll be transported to the very depths of despair. The sand’s coarse grains some how find a way into every pore of your skin and strips the colour from your cheeks. A chemical burn of an atmosphere hangs over Westard Ho!, go there to sit and stare – stay for the gut-wrenching feeling of loss.
Broad Sands, Combe Martin
Turquoise waters and grass covered coves make for a transcendent crying spot.
Sometimes it is best to find a sunny spot, filled with life and colour – to induce the deepest and most sorrowful moods. If you’re teetering on tears, but can’t quite squeeze out any salt juice just take a walk around this tragically stunning beach. It belongs in the Caribbean, not in England. It should be bathed in sunshine, not drowned in rain. Weep for Broad Sands.
It’s finally time to take the plunge – no putting it off now.
Grunta is full of sharp rocks, treacherous pools and is blissfully quiet during the dark, cold winters. At high tide, the water lifts and hides all these hidden dangers. Just sit down on the rocks. Dip your toes in the pools. Stay there and wait. Let your tears drop to the sea, slowly. Until only millimetres lie between your eye and the waves.
Give yourself to her warm embrace.