Eamon Skipper
Founder · 40 yrs at seaKnows every rock by its first name. Will probably offer you a boiled sweet.
We didn't set out to build a business. We set out to share the coast we grew up on — at a pace that lets you actually hear it.
In 2014, my father — retired after forty years skippering trawlers out of Lyme — started taking visitors on short walks around the Cobb. Just for fun. Just to fill the long afternoons.
Word spread the way it does in small harbour towns. Within a year, his cousin Maeve had joined. Then my brother Finn. Then a small blue-doored cottage at the end of Quay Lane became our home base.
Today we're a family of eight skippers and storytellers, walking small groups along the routes our grandparents used to mend nets on. Nothing about it has been engineered. It just grew like the bladderwrack on the rocks — slowly, in its own direction.
We cap our groups so conversation can breathe. Ten walkers is our maximum — and most days, we're well below it.
We don't trample dune systems for a photo. We give nesting birds space. We leave the cove the way we found it.
Our skippers tell what they lived. The wreck of the Marigold. The night the harbour froze. The summer the dolphins came back.
Tea, oatcakes, somewhere dry to sit. If the weather turns, you're never far from a warm room and a towel.
Knows every rock by its first name. Will probably offer you a boiled sweet.
Botanist, beachcomber, and the only skipper who can identify nine kinds of seaweed by smell.
Best storyteller on the coast, by general agreement. Don't ask him about the Marigold unless you have an hour.