Leaving
Dark
green fritillary
Sea
spleenwort at Hartland Quay
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From Morwenstow we walked downhill past the
church and vicarage with its chimneys in the shape of different steeples,
through a shady moist wood of sycamore and ash, across the stream, and then
struck west for the coast through a field of mangel-wurzels. The cliff-top path bordered fields of
barley and hay. The first stream we
crossed, Westcott Wattle, had yellow pimpernel, after which we passed among
sheep and cows. Beyond Litter Mouth we
crossed the more prominent valleys of Marsland and Welcombe that together
form a nature reserve. At Marsland we
crossed the stream, passing from Kernow (
Marsland
beach was shingle and rocks and we easily managed to get over intervening
rocks into Welcombe beach, where there were good rock-pools. Here the stream came down over waterfalls,
attracting grey wagtails. We forded it
on concrete stepping stones. Having
regained the cliff-top we found the next few miles were relatively even with
no significant valley breaks. The
vegetation was tall herb and prickly scrub, with the usual hemp agrimony,
sheepsbit, thyme, bell heather, wood sage and wild carrot. We saw one dark green fritillary and three
raptors – buzzard, peregrine and kestrel.
There were mild gradients past Embury Beacon, Gull Rock and South Hole
Farm, with fields of clover and oats, adding further diversity to the farming
encountered today. The cliffs were
generally sandstone above (often red Devonian beds) with the slates to which
we had grown accustomed making a foreshore of vertical strata forming
straight lines out to sea at various angles.
A large patch of seeding slender thistle had attracted a similarly
large flock of goldfinches. There was
a steep descent to Speake’s Mill Mouth, where there was a double
waterfall. This was followed by a
brief upward climb and then gradual descent again behind St Catherine’s
Point. This was a strange half-dome rounded on the landward side but sheered
off vertically as a rock cliff towards the sea. We were then at Hartland Quay, a rather
run-down location where the former harbour had been ruined by the sea and the
only habitation was a hotel converted from a row of former fishermen’s
cottages, where we stayed the night.
Sea spleenwort grew in the rocks and spray zone. There were good views of rocks and cliffs,
especially
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Entering
Sheepsbit
and thyme
Slender
thistle
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Speakes
Mill waterfall
Sunset
at Hartland Quay
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Warren
Cliff, Lundy in distance
Hartland
Point
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