Weston Shore at sunset? Absolute perfection. It’s quiet, breezy, and has just the right amount of “I could totally live by the sea” vibes.

First stop: the England Coast Path sign, which very helpfully points in both directions. Thanks for that. Really narrows things down. Behind it, a wonderfully dramatic tree doing its best impression of a haunted fairytale backdrop.

A bit further along, I stumbled across some mysterious stone ruins—either an ancient fortress or someone’s very ambitious sandcastle project. Hard to say. Either way, they added a nice historic touch to the coastal views.

The shoreline itself was a mix of pebbles, shells, and bright green seaweed (which, let’s be honest, looks amazing but smells less amazing up close). The waves lapped gently, the sky turned pastel pink, and for a few blissful moments, everything felt very Main Character Energy.

If you fancy a quiet, scenic walk with a side of salty sea air and a sprinkle of history, Weston Shore is definitely worth a visit. Just maybe don’t taste the seaweed.