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I walk along amazing shore platforms, along a coastline famous for oil, fossils and dinosaur bones. I trespass through a holiday camp, lose the coastal path and find it again in a wood, and discover a mysterious story book. Continue reading
It should be easy walking – flat and a good surface. But I find it hard work. A collection of boats ahead cheers me up. Not exactly a luxury marina, but a sort of informal mooring of everyday boats, the sort I enjoy looking at.
The sea gives way to mud flats and a sign. WARNING. The tidal waters and mudflats on this estuary can be dangerous if not treated with respect.
“The next section of shoreline is up-and-down,” my husband warns me. He has already walked this part of the coast, in order to meet me.
“How many ups-and-downs?” I ask. Continue reading
I wonder if I have been spoiled for ever. Cornwall was so extraordinarily beautiful, perhaps every walk from now on with be disappointing. Continue reading
This is coastal walking at it’s best. The sun is shining, the air is clear, the views are wonderful and there is that slight tingle of danger. Continue reading
While I marvel at the achievements of Marconi, a bird drops dead from the sky and falls at my feet. Continue reading
What a difference the weather makes. Last time I was here the wind tried to blow me off the path and I was wet from the rain. Today it is calm and dry. The path ahead is beautiful, lined by wild flowers above a blue sea. Continue reading
It is wet and gloomy. There is a kiosk on the beach, where I find the ferryman. He is drinking a mug of something hot and he suggests I might like to row myself across in the little row-boat. I think he is joking.