146b Ifracombe to Combe Martin

It is hot and sunny July day. I walk along the track leading out of Ilfracombe and find a shady park with views over towards Ilfracombe’s pier. I can’t resist taking a final photograph of Verity, standing pregnant and proud at the entrance to the harbour.

a01 Verity from across the water, Ruth on her coastal walk through IlfracombeHere an information plaque gives some information about the great sculpture and this is where I first learn that she was created by Damien Hirst. It explains she is “an allegory for truth and justice”, but doesn’t explain why she is partially dissected.

I walk down some steps and find myself in a tiny cove. The way is slippery and I fall over, managing to save my camera from damage. The beach is unmarked on my map, but a sign tells me it is called Rapparee Cove. [Later I learn this is where a terrible shipwreck took place, in 1796, when many lives were lost. The London is a controversial wreck because the ship was probably carrying slaves as well as prisoners of war.]
 Rapparee Cove, Ruth walking the coast, near Ilfracombe
I climb up the slope on the other side of the cove and then face a long climb up the mound of Hillsborough. This hill was the site of both stone age and bronze age settlements, and its modern name, Hillsborough, is probably derived from the more ancient name of Hele’s Barrow.

The higher I get, the more wonderful the view.  Ilfracombe is laid out like a toy town below me.
Ilfracombe from Hillsborough Fort, Ruth on her coastal walk in Devon
But I am in trouble. I know I haven’t walked any long distance for some time, but I have been going to the gym, taking short walks, and think I am moderately fit. Yet, I find myself puffing and my heart is hammering away. I keep stopping for a rest, but every time I turn around and look down at the view, I feel strangely dizzy and faint.

At one point, I wonder if I can continue the walk.

I put on my sunhat and take a drink of cold water. This makes me feel nauseated and the dizziness is worse. I decide I must carry on until I hit a road. Then I will phone my husband and ask him to come and collect me.

But, after the steep slopes of Hillsborough, I find myself in a cooler, wooded area. And I feel better.  I carry on. It’s not far to Combe Martin. Only 3 miles according to my map.
woods on way to Hele, Ruth walking from Ilracombe
The next cove is Hele Bay. It is rather spoiled by the new holiday homes being built on the far slope. Shame.
 Hele, Ruth walking towards Combe Martin
I walk out of Hele Bay, following the route of the A399. According to my map, it looks like the South West Coast trail runs along the road itself, but it actually follows a proper path just to the edge of the road. The views are wonderful and the path is lined with wild flowers..
SWCP towards Rillage Point, Ruth walking from Ilfracombe
I come to a section where I do have to walk along by the side of the road.
a07 Japanese Knotweed, on South West Coast Path, Ruth above Rillage Point, DevonThe slopes below are covered in a mass of dense vegetation. I look closer, and see the familiar red stalks and handsome leaves of Japanese Knotweed. Yes, it is that horrible invader.

Further along, I come to a section of concrete, possibly an older route of the A399, and the knotweed has grown right through the concrete, its red stalks rising as easily out of the hard surface as though it was sitting in softest of soils.

I see some signs of dead leaves. Whether anybody has tried to tackle this menace, or whether the dead foliage is a strangled native plant, I don’t know.

At the other end of the tangle of knotweed, I reach the highest point on this section of the A399. And here is a lovely white house overlooking the sea. A coastguard’s car sits in the drive. Does the coastguard and his/her family live here? What a wonderful position.

Coastguard Cottage, A399, Ruth walking from Ilfracombe to Combe Martin
From here, the South West Coast Path dives down the slope and runs parallel to the coast, before climbing steeply up. It passes Rillage Point, Samson’s Bay and now I am walking up towards Widmouth Head.

climbing up to Widmouth Head, Ruth on SWCP
At the top of Widmouth Head is a seat on a rocky mound. Unfortunately, a couple of Europeans are sitting on this seat and I have to perch by the side of the path in the shade and wait for them to move on. Another walker comes up towards me – German or Dutch – and stands admiring the view for a while, before turning back.  These are the first walkers I’ve seen all morning.
 walker on Widmouth Head, Ruth on the SWCP, north DevonThe young couple move off – finally! And I climb up onto the rocky point and look out at the view.

It was worth the wait. Ahead is the lovely cove of Water Mouth with its sheltered harbour. And beyond, tucked around the corner, must be Combe Martin. The sun ducks in and out of clouds and I struggle to take a photograph that properly illustrates the beauty of this amazing place.
view into Water Mouth, Ruth on Widmouth Head
The walk down into Water Mouth follows the curve of the slope and is shaded by trees. At the bottom, I find Watermouth Castle – a grand Victorian house, now converted into a themed holiday attraction.
Watermouth Castle, Ruth on the coastal walk to Combe Martin, SWCP
The harbour is full of boats of various sizes and, since the tide is going out, contains a lot of mud. A public footpath leads along the spit of land to the right of the photo below (Sexton’s Burrow), but I am behind schedule and so I stick to the official SW Coast path, and head eastwards.
Watermouth harbour, Ruth walking the SWCP, north Devon
I pass the entrance to a holiday centre, and then the path crosses a campsite – a proper campsite with tents. The route is clearly marked, but without any of the usual rude signs telling you to stick to the path or else! What a lovely site. It is perfect. With incredible views over Water Mouth bay and Widmouth Head at the far end. I can trace the track of the SWCP coming down off the headland.
camp site above Water Mouth bay, Ruth walking the SWCP, Devon
There are a number of people out for a stroll here, although none of them get much further than the top of the camp site. I meet a couple who were having a meal in the same pub last night.

The path follows a track through trees again. National Trust property. According to my map, somewhere below is Briery Cave, Small Mouth, Outer Stone, Turks Cave, Egg Rock and Golden Cove.
Ruth walking above Golden Cove, SWCP near Combe MartinI walk past the entrance of a rather fine hotel. A man is taking photographs of a bride and groom in the garden. I remember the other guests in our B&B are attending a wedding today and are staying at the B&B because it is cheaper than the venue. This must be the same wedding.

Sandy Cove Hotel, Ruth walking the South West Coast Path, Combe Martin

Apparently the path has been deviated away from the coast, due to land slippage. And so I am forced to walk along the road. Luckily there is a footpath and it is only for a short distance.

footpath closed sign, Ruth Livingstoneroad walking, to Combe Martinfootpath sign with wild flowers, Ruth walking the SWCP

I follow a path down to a shingle covered beach.

beach at Combe Martin, Ruth walking the coast of north Devon
And then follow a walkway. Around the corner – and there is Combe Martin. My husband is waiting for me at the pub, with a pint of cider and a large glass of water.
Combe Martin, Ruth walking the SWCP
As we wait for our lunch, I check my walking app and I realise I have walked further than I thought – 6 miles, not three. And, after a good meal of fish and chips, I feel better and full of energy. So, I decide I can easily carry on walking for a little longer.
a21 hubbya21 Ruth Livingstone, Combe MartinBefore I set off again, we take photographs of each other standing in front of the beach at Combe Martin.

I arrange a meeting place with my husband for later that afternoon. My aim is to walk up Little Hangman and then go on to Great Hangman hill.

On my map, scribbled in pencil over Great Hangman, I’ve written, “Highest cliff in Southern Britain”. Must have picked up that fact from somewhere. No time for second thoughts. Onwards…

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10 Responses to 146b Ifracombe to Combe Martin

  1. Tony (Somerset) says:

    There is a typo, Ruth near the end you say “Around the corner and there is Ilfracombe” – it is of course Combe Martin.

    Enjoying the blog, by the way !

  2. mariekeates says:

    I’m glad you started to feel better. Nothing worse than feeling unwell in the middle of nowhere with a long walk ahead. I’ve had some of that recently and I think it’s the humidity. Great memories of Watermouth Castle for me, we took the boys there when they were little and had a great day out.

  3. paul sennett says:

    what a walk.. although approx. 6 miles, it was totally varied.. thank you for your guidance,, it saved the day on more than one occasion… we walked it east to west , to avoid the very steep climb out of Ilfracombe at the beginning of the walk… The improvements on the road section by the SWCP association are brilliant. For those doping the walk.. be careful on the Hele Bay descent.,. which path to take is guess work due to indifferent signage

  4. Ronald Clark (Jim) says:

    I was evacuated to Beach Road,Hele Bay about 1942/3 with my eldest brother John and my younger brother Frankie was born in Ilfracombe. our school house was in the chapel building (now a holiday let), with the watermill just nearby. Enjoyed many walks over Hillsborough to look down at
    Ilfracombe Harbour. Been back over may years and usually settle on Combe Martin as much less
    Ronald Clark (Jim)

  5. Karen White says:

    The views of Ilfracombe and Combe Martin from above are beautiful. I am deeply envious of the coastguard’s home!

  6. Karen White says:

    How horrid to feel unwell when far from help and on your own. I’m glad it passed and you were able to continue.

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