Many of the coastal morning poodlewalks with Kayla incorporate the return walk along the coastal rocks to the car park via Petrel-Cove. Incorporating Petrel Cove is more frequent in the early spring, due to my allergy to the rye grass growing along the side of the coastal path. It irritates my eyes and causes sneezing fits.
Occasionally there is a photographer on the beach or a surfer but more often than not, the only other person in Petrel Cove at that time of the morning is the odd fishing man:
Often it seem as if the fishing men standing on the edge of the sea with their lines are meditating in nature, and are not overly concerned if they don’t catch any fish. I can understand that as I often just sit on the rocks and watch the action of the waves.
If there are people are on the beach at Petrel Cove, Kayla and I usually ease our way past them, before I run up the steps from the beach to the car park.
Petrel Cove is usually still in shadow early in the morning and it is protected from the south easterly and westerly coastal winds. If there are other people present, we often hang about the beach for a bit and I use the time to look around for photographic subjects that I would normally quickly walk past.