Monthly Archives: April 2017

The Jurassic Coast (Part 2) – Walking the South West Coastal Path

This is the second posting (of a trilogy) about our recent week away in East Devon.  If you missed the first and would like to ‘catch up’ you can by clicking on this link.

The Jurassic Coast (Part 1)

Sidmouth to Seaton – 10 miles

We started our day by parking the car in a large car park at Seaton.  Seaton is a small seaside town to the west of the River Axe.  The car park was right next to the new Seaton Jurassic – a place for families to go and find out about fossils and dinosaurs. I hope it does well.

At this time of the morning (Easter Monday) the car park was empty.  At this time of the morning the town was also empty, or so it seemed.  It was at least very, very quiet.

We walked to the bus stop which was right on the sea front and waited.  It was a calm, sunny morning.  A man walked across the road with a yoga mat under his arm and started going through his routine on the promenade.   He pretty much set the tone of the place.

Tim waiting at the bus stop at Seaton.

I crossed the road and photographed the serene sea – looking west. The cliffs here are white – this would be the last section of our walk today.

The bus came along and we took front row seats.  We then had a little wait before the departure time which was 8:57am. Our cheerful driver took out his camera and called across to a nearby cafe owner to come and take a look at his family photos. They obviously knew each other well and it was great to (almost) be part of this social meeting of locals.

We set off and picked up other locals and  friendly conversations continued between driver and passengers.

At Sidmouth we got off and walked through empty streets and shops that hadn’t opened yet.  “What we need is a coffee” said Tim and almost instantly, just around the corner, there appeared a small bakery with a sign ‘we sell hot drinks’.  We eagerly stepped inside. The Upper Crust bakery – a tiny place but full of yummy things to eat.  As well as two coffees we grabbed a couple of puff pastries filled with egg, bacon, sausage and beans – total cost £6.00.  With second breakfasts in hand we sat on a bench at the sea front and enjoyed ourselves immensely!

Finally at 9:45, we thought we better get going. We had some walking to do and this was going to be a tough one with three big climbs.  As you can see from the photo, the path rises fairly steeply out of the town.

We crossed a metal bridge over the River Sid and immediately started uphill.  However, it didn’t seem to take too long before we entered a wood full of bluebells at the very top.

Ferns were uncurling and leaves in the trees just making an appearance.  Beautiful.

Once over the hill it was down then up again over grass, which is always just that bit harder somehow.  Puffing and panting it’s time to look back and see where you’ve just come from.  Sidmouth is just peeping around the corner on this shot.

The going got a bit easier for a while and we headed slightly inland passing grazing ponies then grazing cows.

Sometimes, on long walks, we see only a few other walkers, this time we saw several.  I suppose it was because it was the Easter weekend.  Three walkers with much bigger packs than ours passed us with a quiet ‘hello’.  We always try and guess where they are from and what their relationship is with each other – two brothers, one married?  Two old friends, one with a girlfriend?  It never matters but we always do this.

I liked the look of this cow!

We entered the trees again near Branscombe – the village was way down on our left.  The smell of wild garlic was really strong here – at least I think it’s wild garlic.  The plants covered a huge area that steeply dropped away on our left, small star shaped flowers spiked from large glossy leaves.  It’s probably one of those smells you either love or hate.

Further along were wild flowers. Wild flowers at this time of the year are exquisite.

It was just after this that a spaniel, who had been at our heels for the last mile or so, jumped into a cattle trough for a drink and cool down.  He obviously knew what he was doing but it was a funny sight.  It’s ok – his owner hauled him out.

Branscombe Mouth, a stoney beach, was busy with visitors.  Almost on the beach sat a really big thatched cafe/restaurant, the Sea Shanty, doing a roaring trade.  We sat on a bank and watched people sitting, laughing, strolling while and had our packed lunch …it was all nice & relaxed.

Time to get going again – we climbed the grassy bank away from Branscombe and took a last look back.

Next was Hooken Cliff – this is an area that was formed by a landslide in 1790.  Big white cliffs reared up – a cave can be seen about half way down on the left.

Our route followed a narrow track between the trees.

Climbing ever so gradually we reached the top – were now on the cliff that circled round to a placed called Beer.  Beer is a historic fishing village and draws the crowds, especially on Easter weekends!

We strode down the hill, took a quick look at the visitors enjoying a beer at the pub at the bottom of the hill, thought about it for a moment or two, then strode out.  We still had a couple of miles to go.  I’m sure we will return to Beer, for a beer another day (who can resist with a name like that) – apparently it’s quite a picturesque village.

Just before we lost the view of the very sheltered harbour at Beer, as we climbed the path, we looked back and took another photo.  You can clearly see how popular this place is by the number of people still on the beach enjoying the late afternoon sunshine.

Shortly afterwards I took this shot looking towards Seaton. Seaton still looks quite a long way away but was within touching distance now.  It was infact the last photo of the day.

We both imagined we would be walking along the path near the beach – the beach I photographed at the start of the day (scroll back to the second photo of this post – taken from near the bus stop), but the path has been diverted inland due to a more recent landslip on the edge of town.  We could have taken the beach back but those pebbles are a killer on the feet, knees, legs and especially tiring after 10 miles.

So, diversion path it was.

It was on this diversion that we met and walked with a chap of about our age from the West Midlands and his two teenage children back into town.  They had only been on a short walk that afternoon.  It made for a strange end to a long day (as we slowed our pace and they picked up theirs) but we enjoyed the humour and company and, I think, they may even have been inspired to give this section of the Coatal Path a go themselves.



WordPress Challenge : Wanderlust

The South West Coastal Path covers 630 miles.  So far Tim and I have completed 281 miles in weekly holidays.

Just last week we walked another 40 miles from the counties of East Devon into Dorset.  This is a link to my latest post if you’d like to take a peak….

The Jurassic Coast (Part 1)

Or check an older post about Cornwall :-

South West Costal Path – Cornwall

We are on a mission and, we hope, nothing will stop us!





The Jurassic Coast (Part 1) – Walking the South West Coastal Path

Just back from a week away – walking the coast of East Devon into Dorset. This stretch of the coast is also known as the Jurassic Coast – famous for fossil finds of past and present. Oh my goodness was I looking forward to finding, or, at the very least, seeing something amongst the rocks.  A large bone would be unlikely but maybe a small tooth or shell – surely I would have every chance in this fossil hotspot?

I would have to wait a couple of days into our trip (for a rest day) as we had some miles to cover initially.  I’ll come back to this in Part 2 or Part 3.

So, this is the first of three blog posts describing the 40 miles we trekked over 5 days, not in the order we did them, but from west to east in direction.  This is how we did it and what we saw along the way.

Exmouth (Gateway to the Jurassic Coast) to Budleigh Salterton

We parked on the side of the road at Budleigh Salterton for free.  Always a bonus. Then strode briskly through the town to the bus stop to catch the 9:29 to Exmouth.  We have taken to doing linear walks along the South West Coastal Path  – parking first, then taking a bus to the start and walking back.  It was a beautiful morning and I ran along behind Tim taking photos where I could.

I liked the look of Budleigh Salterton and wouldn’t mind returning again for another visit.

Thankfully (for us) the bus (due at 9:27) was late as we arrived at the stop at 9:30.  If this were Switzerland we would have missed it.  The bus arrived at 9:34.

At Exmouth we made for the Marina.  Looks like the architects have been inspired by continental styled colours in the new apartments at the Marina

The beach at Exmouth is wide and long.  The promenade lined by some impressive Georgian terraced properties.  As for the VW (below), well it’s a classic too…

At the very eastern end is an area called Orcombe Rocks.  These red rocks are, according to all the information boards, from the Triassic Period – about 250 million years old.  That sort of fact just blows my mind.  I was eagerly expecting this as I have a very knowledgeable colleague (Rebecca) who loves geology and fossils and gives me lots of interesting information at work.  We both wish we had more time for studying this old stuff.

Its not everyday that you get to touch such old material so I did just that – a bit like a ‘tree hugger’.  Tim looked on from a bench on the promenade. Sometimes he must think “she’s really lost it”.

On we went to a headland where a ‘Geoneedle’ (sculpture) has been placed for more geology interest.

Quick mirror selfie.


At Sandy Bay it’s not a surprise to find…. a sandy bay.  With that was the biggest static caravan park we’ve come across.  Enormous.  We stopped for coffee at a new and large restaurant/cafe called South Beach Cafe and sat in the sun facing out to sea.  We left when we crowds started arriving for lunch – we fancied somewhere quieter.

As Tim predicted we eventually found the ‘perfect’ bench with the ‘perfect’ view to Budleigh.  Heavenly.  The coconut smell of the gorse a slight breeze, warm sun and nothing but bird song.

Downhill all the way now to Budleigh Salterton.  It didn’t seem to take long before we reached the promenade and the pebble beach.  Beach huts and pebbles had to be photographed.

I couldn’t help but walk along these smooth pebbles – they made an interesting clatter.  We lingered then sauntered round to the Otter Estuary and enjoyed the late afternoon before walking  back to the car.

Budleigh Salterton to Sidmouth

Again, we managed to park the car, at Sidmouth this time, for free – yippee.  Sidmouth is a large town and we were staying in a holiday cottage in nearby Sidbury, just beyond Sidford.  All these placenames in existence due to the River Sid.

Having a second breakfast is a holiday treat that we enjoy. Here I am finishing off a hot sausage roll at the bus stop.  It was a cool morning and that was a good enough excuse for me.  It was deliciously naughty.

Along came the bus and we joined a short queue to get on. An elderly lady (the only passenger) got off with her walking frame.  The driver then hopped off to use the Gents.  He returned and we all started to get on board – including the walking frame lady.  Unbelievably this lady had to get off while the driver answered the call of nature.  Why couldn’t he have left her in her seat?  What is the world coming too?  Tim, ever the gentleman, helped her on then off at her stop.  She was a lovely lady who was very grateful.

Off the bus at Budleigh we set off up the estuary and alongside a small nature reserve.  Soon after this we were walking along the cliff tops – a gentle high level walk….once we passed a place on the map called ‘Danger Point’.  No more dangerous than any other unfenced cliff I thought.  At Ladram Bay sea stacks were standing in quiet waters and I took many, many photos.  A couple of the stacks have names on the Ordnance Survey map – Little Picket Rock and Big Picket Rock.

Just by the way (and incase you are passing this way) the public toilets on the edge of the caravan park here were the cleanest we visited all week.  Well done Ladram Bay caravan park – makes a nice change!  I resisted the urge to photograph them…!!

The sun started to make an appearance as we left the bay and headed uphill (again) .

In the shelter of a bit of woodland we found another glorious bench – lunch with a view again.  We sat here for a good long time – an hour maybe.

With temperatures rising we set off over Peak Hill and then down towards Sidmouth.  It was a very enjoyable walk back to the town.

We skirted the infamous ‘Jacobs Ladder’ and made straight for the Promenade.

A helicopter flew directly towards us and over our heads in a sort of ‘Welcome back to Sidmouth’ flight.





WordPress Challenge : Security


Yesterday I found a blackbirds nest.  It was tucked away – built high off the ground (about 5 feet) within the security of a mature Laurel shrub.  I had to be quick so as to not disturb the nest or the parent birds so my photo isn’t great – I pointed the camera through the leaves and took the shot.  I was lucky.  One sharp image of a back of a young bird, wings splayed out, facing away from me.  It was a very warm afternoon – and they were very still, all three of them (I think I see two other beaks here – one in front and another on the right ).