“I need to get closer to see exactly what Daddy is doing because I am going to be like him one day so I need to know EXACTLY” he said.
I gripped his hand tightly. “Don’t you move a fraction!” I threatened.
Step back a quarter of an hour with me:
Ah, the family-day-out to visit Devil’s Bridge. I have to say that if you are visiting the island this is a fun place to see. We headed out to the point and parked freely on the clifftop. There was just one other car there and a lady selling very touristy bits ‘n’ bobs.
We stepped out of the car and had a little wander around. The wind was blowing our hats and we clutched onto them. The cliffs are no more than 10 feet high and we speculated about how it wasn’t quite what we were expecting.
As we headed over towards the lady selling her wares we suddenly saw the bridge. AHA! There is the bridge! The excitement was too much for the children and they started to run.
“Hold my hand!”
“No, I’m fine”
“Hold my hand or I’m going to put you in the car!”
This was a fragile-Mommy day out. The kids rebelled. The bridge was narrow and slippery. The waves were crashing and the sea was boiling beneath us.
We have had the history lessons (sugar plantations and naval / pirate battles) and today, unwittingly yet enthusiastically, came a geography lesson. Devil’s Bridge, situated on the eastern side of the island at the barren Indian Town Point is a strikingly good example of sea eroding soft limestone creating a sea arch. It is easy to cross the bridge, however The Lonely Planet guidebook warns to beware of the same waves that have caused the feature in the first place.
Clearly, the kids did not have the foresight to read the cautionary tales, so a tight hand hold it was. The excitement was too much and we had to cross several times ‘to be sure, to be sure’ that we had our day’s worth of adventure.
Then it happened – the flip-flop went in. My rambunctious son somehow ended up sporting just one shoe. Thankfully it was just a shoe and we can see the funny side of it.
Never one to let a challenge pass by, my husband gingerly clambered down the edge to see if he could grab the wayward shoe as it got washed around and around the giant blow-hole. Sadly it was not to be and the vendor that we chatted to took great glee in announcing that ‘the devil has it now!’.
It was here that my son was keen to learn just exactly what Daddy was doing and I was equally keen to keep as far from the edge as possible. Hmmm, perhaps we should call it ‘Daredevil’s Bridge’?
There is no shade at Devil’s Bridge, so we stopped only briefly at the vendor’s stall. She was selling a world of trinkets at US$ prices. I succumbed and purchased 2 bracelets (supporting local entrepreneurship) and we went on our way.
A stop at the vivaciously painted Sweet T’s for ice cream on the way back was a ‘must’. Sweet T’s in Falmouth has very creative alcoholic milkshakes (for the devil in you), a range of artificially coloured and flavoured ice creams and a menu of tasty fried foods. There is a small children’s play area complete with playhouse and tea set, swings and aeroplane seesaw. It is a popular spot, closed on Mondays but open all year round. Below is proof as to just how blue the ice cream is.
I read some of the reviews on tripadvisor and Devil’s Bridge is a different outing depending on the weather on the day that you choose to go there: there are very calm days with little action from the waves veering to the opposite when the onshore breeze is strong. Also, some people have commented on the walk across the bridge. There is some seaweed growing on the stone in places and when you combine that with sea spray it adds up to a slippery walk so take care.
If you are driving yourself, the road is a dirt road so I recommend a 4×4 car. Some tour companies include Devil’s Bridge as part of an excursion, in which case your only concern is the best angle from which to shoot your pictures.
If you visit I would love to hear your thoughts, or indeed if you find a missing flip-flop.