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 10 January 2014

Cornwall: Looe to Lansallos 19/8/1996***


 

Emarginula rosea
 
Pheasant shell
 
Cornish elm
In Looe you can see the seaweed and the everlasting-pea cascading down the cliffs!  We set off along the shore below Marine Drive and explored the muddy/shingly beaches on the west bank of the river.  There were plenty of shells here, including less common ones like pheasant shell Tricolia pullus, slit limpet Emarginula rosea, and cowries.  It is quite rocky and the strata are close to vertical.  At the end of Marine Drive we struck across the cliffs to Polperro above a slope colonised by Cornish elm, their branches of smooth leaves conspicuously erect.  Out at sea St George Island is a bird sanctuary and with binoculars we could pick out cormorant, mallard and great black-backed gulls.  Along the path we came across hemlock, vervain, pale flax, musk thistle, common centaury and long-stalked cranesbill.
      Approaching Talland we could see a discreet caravan site on top of the ridge and one of the markers for calibrating nautical miles.  Talland Beach had few people (it was cloudy with the odd spot of rain) and was interesting for its lines of purple-red and green rocks, among which grew sea rocket.  Across the Warren and into Polperro the vegetation was mostly garden escapes like pink oxalis, balm, giant knotweed, tree mallow, fly honeysuckle, bear’s breech in enormous clumps, wormwood, garden parsley, Russian vine, sleeping-beauty, and mother-of-thousands.  Polperro is a maze of narrow alleys and old buildings, like the pub on stilts, and the Shell House faced with patterns and pictures made of shells, that passing children tried to remove and in front of which tourists photographed each other.  Most of the cottages were obviously holiday-rents and the whole village had a theme park feel.  The streets and shops thronged with international tourists.  We bought a couple of disappointing ice-creams, looked at the harbour and decided to move on quickly. 
      The path from here seemed, by contrast, very remote.  It was strenuous, steeply up and down, with some good flowers.  Planted karo shrubs provided windbreaks, and the grassland and scrub was full of wild thyme, wild madder, square and trailing St. John’s-worts, sheepsbit, haresfoot clover, least and lesser birdsfoot trefoils, slender club-rush, lady fern, English stonecrop and western gorse.  On the last slope before Westcombe was an extensive area of gorse that had been burned during last year’s long hot summer.  It was now regenerating as bright green shoots among the black skeletons, along with blue stands of viper’s bugloss and the odd spike of ivy broomrape.  At West Coombe we took the footpath inland to Lansallos, where we could phone for a taxi back to Looe.
Shell House, Polperro
 
Polperro Harbour
 
Karo

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