142(a) Chivenor to Braunton Marsh

What a difference the sunshine makes. I resume my walk at the roundabout outside the Chivenor Barracks. The Tarka Trail continues ahead.

01 Chivenor, Ruth setting off on next leg of coastal walk

The first mile is pretty monotonous along a track runs between hedges, through fields and, in the distance, more industrial buildings.

strange buildings, Chivenor, Ruth's coast walking, Devon

I pass a fenced perimeter of Chivenor Airfield. I assume this is all part of the military base. There is a large yellow helicopter sitting on the tarmac. I stop and watch for a while, hoping to see it take off.

big yellow helicopter, Ruth walking the Tarka Trail, SWCP

There is a buzz of activity, but no sign of the helicopter moving.

egret, Tarka Trail, Ruth on her coast walking,Continuing onwards I pass by some ponds and see this beautiful egret, sitting with its perfect, mirrored reflection. I can’t resist a photograph.
While I am busy with the egret, the yellow helicopter rises over the trees and passes overhead. The noise is horrendous.

Tarka cycle trail, Ruth dying to see the coastAhead I see houses. I must be close to Braunton. There is a woman out for a walk with her child, who peddles furiously on a tiny bike, bright helmet on head.

The cycle trail ends, but the Tarka Trail continues, taking a sharp bend to the left and following the road. down the  western bank of the River Caen towards the mouth of the estuary. I am tempted to take the footpath along the eastern bank – it looks enticingly wild and overgrown. But it is, according to my map, a dead-end with no way back over the river. So I resist.

Road walking. Bah. But, once I cross over a little bridge, I find a narrow path running alongside the road, separated from it by a screen of trees and bushes. At last! A proper footpath. This is more like it.

 path River Caen, Ruth walking the coast, Braunton, Devon

The bridge is called Velator Bridge and the next place I come to is called Velator Quay. I was expecting something a little grander than this. Reeds, mud, and a variety of small boats in various states of disrepair.

 boats, Velator Quay, River Caen, Ruth walking the coast, Devon

Beyond the boats, the countryside opens out – flat and rural. The distant slope of land, with houses just visible, must be Instow or Fremington on the other side of the River Taw.

 walking down River Caen from Braunton to estuary, Ruth Livingstone

A single track road runs to my right. An occasional car passes. A group of young boys leap off their cycles to talk to the swans. I wonder where they (the boys) are off to. Fishing?

boys out on cycle ride, Braunton Marsh, Ruth coastal wallking

The River Caen bends to the left, while the road curves off to the right, taking a more direct route to the mouth of the estuary where there is a car park. I continue walking on the raised river bank. A dopey sheep blocks my path, with a couple of lively lambs. I wake her up and wait for them to move before I continue.

 lambs on the path, Ruth walking around Horsey Island, Braunton, Devon

This is a lovely section of walk, around an area called Horsey Island. From the raised bank I can look over the river to my left and the marshy grassland to my right. The sky is blue, the light is wonderful, and the grass is a fresh April-green. I take far too many photographs.

marshes, Horsey Island, Ruth walking the UK coastline

I come across some shacks made from corrugated, rusting metal. I jump down off the bank to take more photographs. The ground I am standing on is very muddy and covered by water, I presume, at high tide.

These must be fishermen’s huts. They don’t look very cosy.

fishing shacks, Ruth walking down River Caen, Braunton

The river opens into the estuary and I turn westwards, following the bank around Horsey Island. Ahead I can see a line of grassed dunes running in a spit that seems to be reaching out across the mouth of the estuary.  I pull out my map, but I can’t see a curve in the shore and I am not sure what I’m looking at. I feel a little disoriented.

corner of Horsey Island, Braunton marshes, Ruth walking the coast

Anyway, there is nowhere else to go, but onwards.

long path with gorse, Horsey Island, Ruth's coast hikeThis section of path is less than a mile but stretches out, dead straight, and seems longer. I don’t see any other people.

I have to watch my feet continually. The bank is eroded in places, with gaps and overhanging mini-cliffs. The drop is not great, but would be enough to give you bruises and, if you caught your foot in one of the pot holes, give your ankle a nasty twist.

There is flowering gorse bushes along the path. I sniff eagerly, but can’t smell any coconut today.

With my lens on full zoom, I take a photograph across the river. Beyond the spit of dunes I can see houses. Strange. There is supposed to nothing but water out there, according to my map.

 looking over to Northam Burrows and Appledore, Ruth's coast walk

Later, I work out I am looking right across the sand-banks of ‘The Neck’ at the mouth of the estuary. The distant houses are on the other side of the river – Appledore and Westward Ho!

Meanwhile, the white house at the end of the straight section of my walk has been slowly growing larger. Crow Beach House. The only building marked on my map and the only house on Horsey Island. Does someone live there permanently? Or is it a holiday let?

end of the path, Crow Beach House, Ruth walking off Braunton Burrows

Beyond the house is a nice section of beach, sheltered from the sea breezes by the line of dunes. Somewhere, invisible beyond the bank, is the car park. People are walking and erecting windbreaks, settling down for a day at the seaside.

 signpost, looking down estuary, Ruth's coast walk, Devon warning sign, Ruth's coastal walk, Crow Beach House, BrauntonLooking back along the way I’ve come, I see a sign post with the familiar acorn symbol. And a notice, tacked to the post.

It warns of erosion affecting the sea wall around Horsey Island. As a result, the footpath “has been compromised”, but is still passable. Now they tell me!

I continue my walk along Saunton Sands, in the next blog post.

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2 Responses to 142(a) Chivenor to Braunton Marsh

  1. mariekeates says:

    There are a lot of crumbling paths along the coast after last winter. You’re right to take care because a tumble could be disastrous when you’re walking alone. 🙂

    • Yes. Injury is a constant worry. It’s one reason I always take my walking poles, even when walking on the flat when I don’t really need them, like on this particular walk. If I twist an ankle, at least I have some support for the long limp back 🙂

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