The Street is a little strip of land that stretches for about half a mile into the sea. There are currents on either side. If you go right to the end you can stand in between these two currents and watch as they merge into each other. It's made up of rocks and shells and sand. Naturally we paused to take in the view, skim a few stones (in my case more of an attempt than an actual skim) and eat some liquorice (after we'd finished having a sword fight with it. M won.). We got to the end and it was rainy and dark and the sun was setting over the blotchy grey sky. Windswept, we wandered back up to the shore. There were tiny little birds scuttling about looking for food, the crabs were running away from them into the sea as fast as they could go.
Nobody really knows how the Street came into being, though there are a few legends surrounding it: some say was a causeway for unloading goods in Roman times when the coastline was much further out. Others say that it is all that remains of a medieval town called Graystone. Or that it is made up of lots of shells of various creatures that have washed up over years and years to form a high ledge in between the tides. One artist had a story that it was created by a boy who fell in love with a mermaid, so they had a place for them both to live. Either way, out there in the elements, today it felt a little bit magical.
|(The sunnier side of ) The Street|