I escape from the city sprawl to the seaside.
For the first 2-3 hours of today, I had to negotiate my way out of Bridgewater and make my way for 8 miles along the A38, a lot of which was dual carriageway.
Walking
Day 020 : Watchet – Bridgewater
I make an early start today as I know it’s a long walk today. From the quaint harbour of Watchet with its narrow streets to the city of Bridgewater, famous for making cellophane.
I walk out of Watchet and very soon come to a delightful Doniford Halt on the West Somerset Railway line which I notice is a request stop.
Day 019 : Porlock – Watchet
Today, I take in the rolling hills of the Somerset coastline to the seaside resort with the famous holiday camp.
I strode out of Porlock towards the neat village of Bossington. Continue reading
Day 018 : County Gate – Porlock
Somerset greets me with a very stiff breezy mist with the threat of rain.
Due to the mist I decided to stick to the roads today, so I apologise to the purists who may think I should have stuck to the paths no matter what the weather was like. Continue reading
Day 017 : Lynton – County Gate
Today starts at the Devonshire cliffside resort of Lynton and Lynmouth
I start my walk with a ride, a ride down on the Lynton Cliff Railway to Lynmouth harbour. Here is a picture from the top in the cable car. Continue reading
Day 016 : Ilfracombe – Lynton
I take in the small fishing harbour of Ilfracombe with the statue of Verity, an allegory of truth and justice, looking out to sea.
I climb out of Ilfracombe up onto Hillsborough and Beacon Point and look back onto the harbour with it’s statue. Continue reading
Day 015 : Braunton – Ilfracombe
A miserable start to the day as I have to put on all my wet weather gear. But things improve as the day goes on.
I start with a five mile walk around Braughton Burrows. The rain was straight in my face. So with the hood of my jacket up and zipped over my chin, I found that my breath was steaming up the rain on my glasses. I ended up carrying my glasses, I couldn’t see with them on or off. If someone could invent ‘Stay Clear’ glasses they would make a fortune. Continue reading
Day 014 : Appledore – Braunton
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
Day 013 : Clovelly – Appledore
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
Day 012 : Morwenstow – Clovelly
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
Tony's walk around the Coast of Britain 