This quiet cove, a favourite haunt for smugglers in bygone days, is situated at the mouth of the Bishopston Valley, this pebbly beach was once a thriving Port, supplying Lime to Devon As the tide ebbs, a claw stretches out from a dark crevice in the rock, pincers nibbling in the water, spindly legs scramble sideways across the seaweed, then motionless, its black eyes searching, the slightest movement and it retreats back into the deep crevice.