It's easy to get attracted to a place. When I was a kid, travel hoildays were very much a rich kid boast in the recession hit 80's. The week spent in a chalet belong to the parents of a friend of my Dad's, near Spiddle, almost seemed like a foreign holiday.
The Sun shone every day as we fished for crab, or swam, or picked sea urchin shells from the many rock pools. It took many years for me to find the place after moving here.
I visit when I can. I love the place. The sand, the beach, the rocks. It's always worth the drive. Even if no photos get taken.