I follow the long, straight and flat old railway track called the Tarka Trail, the route taken by Tarka the Otter in a novel by Henry Williamson.
First of all, I watch a group of young people from the local sailing club in Appledore taking their boats out onto the river. Continue reading
From the harbour of a steep village that clings to the cliff to the harbour that overlooks the estuary of the River Torridge.
As I entered the the steep cobbled streets of Clovelly, I could not help but notice sledges everywhere made of wooden runners and old bread baskets. Continue reading
Today, I sadly leave Cornwall behind, but I’ll be back again and enter into Devon. I am already looking forward to the clotted cream teas.
Again the legs take a pounding as I make my way up and down coves and inlets. I think it’s this or the sea air is making me feel quite giddy. Continue reading
Todays walk takes in the coastline either side of Bude.
The walk is a lot easier going as I walk away from Widemouth Bay between the sea and the road. Continue reading
Boscastle was waking up as I left the harbour. Lots of cottages and small businesses all ready for the spring and summer visitors.
Up onto Penally Point that guards the entrance to Boscastle harbour. After taking in the views back towards Boscastle and along the coast, I was on my way. Continue reading
What a difference a day makes. Port Isaac looked a lot different this morning with a hint of sunshine. Was the Doc at home? With a chain link fence across the front of the house, I guess there’s no surgery today.
Right next door to Port Isaac is Port Gaverne with a few boats and a beach. A few pictures then up onto the grassy clad cliffs. Continue reading
A shorter walk today. One because it was raining and second I had to make this walk circular to get back to my car as it was Sunday and there was no buses.
From Polzeath I follow the coastal path past all the guest houses and B & B’s to New Polzeath with its sandy beach. As it was raining and windy I didn’t linger long. I was straight up onto the headland towards Pentire Point. I could look across the estuary and see where I walked yesterday. Continue reading
Quiet sandy bays where the surfers like to play. Although it was a cold start to the day, the view and the walk across the sand cheered me up.
Booby’s Bay joins up with Constantine Bay where at low tide you can see the remains of a shipwreck. When you first see it you think they are groynes but on second glance it looks like a giant ribcage opened up. Continue reading
After 5 days of bright spring like weather, today I was greeted with rain, the wet drizzly driving stuff that goes right through you.
After entombing myself in all my wet weather clobber, I set off out of Newquay only to be overtaken by someone in a wetsuit and a surfboard. I thought he was keen for 9:00 in the morning. Continue reading
Sandy beaches as far as the eye can see. A good start to the days walk is a long leg stretcher along Perran Sands. We say goodbye to the lovely little cornish coastal resort and Saint Peran, the patron saint of Cornwall.
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