Introduction


When we started walking the coast of England we had no intention that this would become a major lifetime project. Having to make a last-minute arrangement for our summer holiday in 1987, we said "Let's go to the nearest piece of coast and see how far we can walk along it." It turned out well and we started adding further stretches of coast, initially once every two years, but soon annually, or even twice a year.

We had always enjoyed the coast - there is something refreshingly "edgy" about having the sea always at our side, and one of us was into marine molluscs. We also enjoyed long-distance walking and had long been involved in general natural history recording. This project enabled us to combine all three interests.

You soon discover when embarking on a project like this that you need a few rules, which evolve from the first experiences. Our main rule was that we should walk as close to the coast as possible, which meant beach-walking whenever we could (unlike the official coast paths that largely remain above shore, recognising that at high tides the beach may be inaccessible). The route should also be capable of being a continuous walk, so that when we came to an unfordable river we walked inland along its banks to the first place at which we could cross, whether a bridge or a ferry.

We only carried light packs, so that at the end of each day's walk we had the problem of getting back to our car where we started. Initially we walked back, but soon realised we would be walking the coast twice this way! We used public transport whenever this was available - buses or trains, sometimes adjusting our start and finish points to make this easier. Failing this - and it was often not possible - we would phone for a taxi (an increasingly costly option over the years). Having our car with us gave us more freedom as to where we could stay at night - and after a day walking and only light food we were usually ready for being spoiled by a good meal and a comfortable bed! Even so, we stayed on the coast itself whenever there was a decent option.

Each walk was made for enjoyment, it was not a route-march to see how quickly we could get it finished. We therefore took it gently at times when passing through pleasant scenery or where there were many plants or creatures to record.

In terms of biological recording, we systematically noted every bird, butterfly, creature or sea-shell that we came across, sometimes spending time searching for the shells. We could not record every plant in the same way - there are too many common ones - so we were more selective, noting all coastal plants and any others that were not run-of-the-mill.

In our daily posts, edited from our original diaries, we include a star-rating from no star to **** according to our subjective estimate as to how special that day was from the point of view of natural history. This score (and our daily records) will, however, have been affected by the weather - it is difficult to appreciate the environment fully, for instance, in torrential rain, and there are many more butterflies and other insects to be seen in warm sunshine!

A summary of all our natural history records on the walk can be found using this link: https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B1LLGD55lKRHYXd1SGU1QndrcUU/edit?usp=sharing





Friday, 17 January 2014

Cornwall: Lamorna Cove to Minack 7/6/1999***


 

Porthurno Cove & Minack Theatre (left)
 
Minack Theatre
 
 
Logan Rock from Porthcurno
We had to wait for the box-office to open at 9.30 to book seats for the play at Minack Open-Air Theatre, and to allow time to get there then had to run for the 9.50am bus from Penzance to Lamorna Cove.  The climb out of Lamorna Cove was strenuous, over boulders in places, but the cliffs were very flowery.  We saw more greater quaking grass, while impressive clumps of royal fern also started appearing regularly.  The path became overgrown with nettles and it was difficult to find our footing.  It continued in this way between headlands with short turf among large granite rocks providing shelter from the wind.  On Rosemodress Cliff we saw cuckoos flying, and calling on the wing or from tops of boulders.  We came across a tiny harvest mouse in the path which seemed very sleepy and had to be helped into the heather at the side when we saw two dogs approaching.  We descended Boscawen Cliffs through a stunted oakwood with sweet chestnut and sycamore. emerging on the boulder-strewn shore of St Loy’s Cove.  After finding changing forget-me-not along a marshy ride, we lunched near Boscawen Point on flowery turf with spring squill.  The south coast ant Lasius alienus, which does not occur inland, was common here.  At Penberth Cove fishermen were hauling baskets of crabs up the quay laid in 1887. 
      Within sight of Porthcurno, its sandy beach looking inviting in the sun, we detoured out to Logan Rock to see the granite formations.  Porthcurno beach turned out to be made up largely of small shell fragments.  Families were surfboarding and racing across the shore.  We found another rove beetle Aleochara obscurella in seaweed and spent an hour searching for tiny shells, including the bivalves Ervilia castanea and Musculus discors for the first and only times.  We collected our tickets for Ken Kesey’s “One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest” (a bird that had aptly featured earlier) and returned to the Mariner’s Rest for a snack with beautiful views of cliffs, village and beach.  We returned to the theatre early enough to get seats near the front, but had to hire cushions to ease the hard concrete.  Perched high in the cliff, we had an excellent view of gannets and sea behind the stage.  The setting was incomparable, with moths and bats (apt again!) criss-crossing the stage.  We were thankful the rain had relented.  At the end we had to run again for the last bus back to Penzance.  There was just one other passenger, a woman who had injured herself in a fall at St Ives, so the bus diverted to the hospital in Penzance.  We helped her in and it was nearly midnight when we got back to our lodgings.
Royal ferns on cliff
 
Penberth Cove
 
Ervilea castanea
 
Musculus discors

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