Tag Archives: nature reserve

529 Golspie to Littleferry

Along an eroded shore, I reach a beautiful spot at the opening to Loch Fleet. Fast water, loud gulls, and seals! Continue reading →

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452b Skegness to Gibraltar Point

I finally reach Gibraltar Point – or as close as I can get! Continue reading →

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448pm Boston to Freiston Shore

I visit a prison. By mistake. Continue reading →

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282 Walney Island (North)

The empty beach stretches out to the distant sea, and beyond that rows of wind turbines wave like ghostly figures on the horizon.
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264 Crossens to Hesketh Bank

Today my walk gets off to a bad start and comes to a bad end. But the middle section is wonderful. Continue reading →

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262b Crosby to Formby

What a beach! Acres and acres of empty sand, like a desert. Continue reading →

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251 Aber to Conwy

After a bad start, I’m feeling lonely and missing my hubby, and so I’m pleasantly surprised to find a companion on the road – a rather cheeky sheep. Continue reading →

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236 Newborough to Aberffraw

Today’s walking consisted of three different routes, two sets of sand dunes, and an unexpected sighting of a red squirrel. Continue reading →

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58. Pagham to Selsey Bill to East Wittering

The sea has reclaimed and drowned Pagham Harbour. I see a collection of beautiful water birds – then wade through mud, past dead trees, dead crabs and an old tidal mill. Eventurally, I reach the disappointing Selsey Bill. Continue reading →

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Stage 20. Old Hall Marshes to Tollesbury

Bradwell Power Station looms menacingly on the horizon. There is the threat of rain and strange colour-changing light. My trousers look like an insect graveyard – sticky webs with spiders, flies, butterflies, beetles, ladybirds… Little flies extract their revenge on behalf of the insect kingdom, attacking my upper arms. Continue reading →

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