As individuals pretty much all of my students were lovely, but put 15 of the little buggers in a classroom on a hot afternoon and, well, the nightmare begins.

So, just a few minutes from where I was staying it was heaven to discover Anstey’s Cove. I first thought its steep walk down was the reason there were few people – and, bliss, NO students – but I was wrong.

Thick woods went down to the shore and beautiful cliff walks took you to other remote, quiet places.

Here is the real reason there were few people. The best beach used to have walkways to get to it but rock falls meant the council ripped them out. A very dangerous descent from the above cliffs was one way down, boat was another or from Anstey’s Cove - where the photo is taken - which meant you were slave to the tide.