Top Beaches in Germany

 

In the far north-eastern corner of Ibiza, not far from the family-friendly resort of Portinatx, you come to Cala d'en Serra by driving down a steep rocky road, which eventually becomes impassable, forcing you to park and walk. Soon, through the needles of the pine trees, you start to catch enticing glimpses of the cove itself - a perfect horseshoe of clear-blue water, backed by steep rocky cliffs that make it feel cut off from the rest of the world. There's one beach cafe, run by a German couple. Make sure you have a snorkel (there's abundant sealife too), then retire to one of the tables set within the rambling pines, order some rose and freshly grilled fish, and toast the perfect day by the sea.

Can Marti, an agroturismo on a working organic farm that produces its own electricity using solar panels. It's a 15-minute drive from the beach, in a remote valley. + 34 971 333 500; canmarti.com. Doubles from €130.

The Curonian Spit, Lithuania

A narrow finger of land poking into the Baltic Sea, the 98km-long Curonian Spit is one of Europe's more unlikely beach destinations. Reached by a 10-minute ferry crossing from the Lithuanian port of Klaipeda, this peninsula of shifting dunes and pine forests, where wolves and moose roam, is largely undiscovered by foreign tourists.

Hire a bike from the fishing village of Nida and set off around the coast in search of your own perfect stretch of golden sand. In summer, the sea is millpond calm and warm enough to swim in, with the sun still high in the sky at 9pm. If you tire of the beach, you can shop for amber jewellery in Nida or join the locals for a long lunch of chilled beetroot soup, grilled eel or herring, and dumplings with sour cream (all for under £6).
Stay at: The Kursmariu Vila in the village of Preila. The wooden guesthouse won't win any prizes for interior design but the welcome is warm and you can sit out on the small wooden pontoon in the back garden overlooking the lagoon with a glass of cold beer and a plate of bream prepared in the family's own smokehouse. Baltic Holidays (0870 757 9233; balticholidays.com) tailormakes holidays to Lithuania.

Caños de Meca, Spain

The beach at Caños de Meca curves inland from the Cabo de Trafalgar, where Nelson defeated Napoleon just over 200 years ago. Things have chilled out a little since then. In fact, Canos de Meca has become a well-known hippy hangout on Spain's wind-whipped Costa de la Luz. The beachfront is wonderfully underdeveloped, save for the dreamlike La Jaima, a giant tented structure that cascades from the road down to the sand. Inside, you'll find a superb oriental restaurant and killer mojitos, and, when the mood grabs the locals, impromptu parties that spill out on to the beach.
Benji Lanyado
Stay at: Los Castillejos, which has bungalows sleeping two from €50pn. loscastillejos.com.

Barleycove, County Cork, Ireland

Sun-worshipping beach bums may contest the inclusion of any beach from a country where it rains about 225 daysof the year. However, this is no common-or-garden pebbly excuse for a beach, but a drop-dead-gorgeous sandy supermodel. And who needs sunbathing when you have dunes to explore, a child-friendly river to paddle, rolling waves to play in, and billowing expanses of pristine sand for walking.

The beach, with its surrounding dunes and lagoons, is a designated 'special area of conservation' – look out for cormorants, mute swans and herring gulls, and a landscape dotted with wild pansy, lady's bedstraw and pale dog violets.We found it by accident on a long drive out to Ireland's most south-westerly tip on the Mizen Head peninsula (worth a trip to see the cliff-top lighthouse). The nearest towns are the picturesque fishing village of Crookhaven and charming Goleen.Both are grand spots for a post-swim pub warmer and pack of Tayto crisps.
Georgia Brown
Stay at: There's a holiday caravan and camping park right near the beach or you could stay at Barley Cove Beach Hotel or hire self-catering cottages.

Cap Ferret
Not so much a beach as Sahara-on-Sea, Cap Ferret sits at the bottom of the The Lège-Cap Ferret peninsula, a long thin stretch of sand, pine trees and 10 small oyster villages, an hour's drive from Bordeaux. On the wilder Atlantic coast, the dunes and beach eventually evaporate in a shimmering heat haze and the sand is so fine and so deep it squeaks under foot. On the Bassin d'Arcachon side, the sea is calmer and faces the towering Dune du Pilat, the largest sand dune in Europe. Here parents and children wade through tidal pools and salt marshes hunting for crabs with Monsieur Hulot-style nets - a remembrance of summers past.

But a few miles up the road in Le Canon is l'Arkéséon, a homely little bar-tabac-restaurant-brasserie in a lane off the oyster port, where you can enjoy un panier dégustation de fruits de mer for €19. It's the sort of place you dream about finding when you're contemplating a holiday at the French seaside.
Andy Pietrasik
Stay at: Hotel Oceane, 62 Ave de l'océan, Cap Ferret, +33 05 56 60 68 13. Simple cabin-style rooms arranged around a courtyard just a few minutes' walk from the beach. Doubles from €51.

Scopello, Sicily

Scopello, on the west coast of Sicily, couldn't be more idyllic if it tried. A pretty stone village, complete with old men in black berets and a sweet gelateria. A 20-minute walk away is a tiny cove with sand the colour of vanilla ice-cream and minty clear water. It's overlooked by a disused tuna-processing plant (the area is famed for the Mattanza, the annual ritual slaughter of tuna off the Egadi islands) and towers of rock.
There's nothing here so bring plenty of water and a beach mat, lie back and think of Brad Pitt (he filmed part of Ocean's Twelve on this very spot). Out of season, you may well find you have the beach to yourself as few locals will brave the sea in April and May. In August, it's a different story - be prepared to rub sun-creamed shoulders with the rest of Sicily. At the end of the day, when you're sleepy, hot and sandy, retire to Scopello's 13th-century shady walled square for reviving gelato under the ancient eucalyptus tree.
Isabel Choat
Stay at: Nearby agriturismo Tenute Plaia from €130 per double B&B, +39 0924 541476, plaiavini.com.

Three Cliffs Bay, Gower, Wales

Back in June, my buddies and I went for a weekend's camping on the Gower, the length of which (give or take a few squares of the OS map) we intended to traverse. Many of the beaches we negotiated - through intermittent drizzle, hot sun and whip-like winds - were lovely and memorable, but one exceeded the rest in its sheer beauty. Three Cliffs Bay isn't the beach where we were informed we were the first swimmers of the year without wetsuits; it isn't where we bought boogie boards and ice-creams; nor where we drank end-of-the-route celebratory pints in the cosy back room of a pub.
But it is the beach where, after trailing single file up an overgrown sandy path that scooped us up on to a grassy headland, we all stopped to coo at the gorgeousness of the little U-shaped golden cove.
It's hard to reach as it is only accessible via a path through woodland from Parkmill, or down from Penard, so was pretty much deserted, and, in high season, it's never as busy as the Gower's bigger, more popular stretches of sand. On the cliffs above is Penard Castle, a ruin offering a perfect picnic shelter with Michelin-star views, and from here, if you can face the walk back up, you can run or roll down the stee banks, back to the glorious sands.
Gemma Bowes
Stay at: Eastern Slade Farm Campsite, 07970 969814, from £8-12 per pitch per night, depending on size of tent.

Sopot, Poland

The words powdery white sand and Poland may not appear to be a natural fit, but that's what you'll find in the Baltic spa town of Sopot: a pristine beach so vast that it never gets crowded, even in high summer. Once the playground of the Prussian aristocracy, the city has been Poland's most fashionable resort for almost a century. And since the end of the cold war, it has become its party capital, too, with a superb clubbing scene and a busy, boozy bar culture. Try Club Mandarynka in town or Copacabana Beach Club, which started life as a beach shack and is now an all-night disco complete with swimming pool. For the health conscious, it is backed by cycle paths, promenades and woodland trails, and is home to Europe's longest wooden pier.
Gavin McOwan
Stay at: Villa Sedan (+48 58 555 0980; sedan.pl). Doubles from £45.

Egremni, Lefkada, Greece

There is a reason why Greece has so many blue flag beaches – with over 15,000km of coastline, only Spain can offer similar variety on the theme of sand and sea. Egremnibeach on the Ionian island of Lefkada is a perfect example. Climbing 350 or so steps down a dramatic cliff face deposits you on a long, pristine beach. The water is that perfect Mediterranean blue, almost as if it had been painted, and the pebbles get finer as you near the water's edge until they feel like sand.
Being rather isolated, Egremni was a local's secret for a long time, though a nearby road now brings in the tourists. There are no watersports, and few distractions beyond the sea, but it is such a perfect spot, you won't need anything else. Lefkada itself might not be the most beautiful of Greek islands but it does have some fine little tavernas and two or three other spectacular beaches – most notably Porto Katsiki, Agios Nikitas and Pefkoulia.
Paul Hamilos
Stay at: Vassiliki Bay Hotel, a three-star, 24-room hotel near a fishing village, and a good spot from which to explore the island's beaches. hotelvassilikibay.gr.

Warnemünde, Germany

It's not the most perfect beach in Germany but Warnemünde offers a great holiday experience for anyone wishing to sample Deutschland's bracing Baltic coast - a white sandy beach, old-fashioned wicker chairs, known as Strandkörbe, and smoked fish. The beach, not far from the city of Rostock, also offers a bold dilemma – do you get your kit off? Like most beaches in Germany's former communist east, Warnemünde has a naturist and a 'textile' area. The resort has become something of a battleground between naked, bikini-hating Ossis (easterners) and their more prudish West German cousins. During my visit I asked one sun-browned kiosk-owner why he swam trunkless. He paused, then replied proudly: "In East Germany, we didn't have trunks." Even in summer the sea - known by Germans as the Ostsee- is bitingly cold. For me, a five-minute dip was enough.