Slapton has been one of my favourite spots in south Devon since I was a young child. The ley is essentially a freshwater lagoon right next to the sea and separated by a ridge of sand and pebbles. A road runs along the top of the beach. It became infamous during World War 2 as the place where so many servicemen were killed, mainly Americans who were practicing in secret for the D-Day landings. It is however one of the most beautiful places I know, and at the end of the beach is a village called Torcross which has a very good pub and amongst the best fish and chips I have ever had anywhere.
Rena and I were taken to Slapton by my sister Cheryl: a car is effectively the only way to get there.