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

Devon: Mothecombe to Stoke Beach 10/8/1996


 

Fording the Erme
 
Rusty-back fern
 
Dog-cockle
Being just an hour after low tide this morning we found we were able to cross the River Erme, wading through cold pebbly water not quite knee high.  We then walked across the sand to the rocks at Owen’s Point.  Beyond was a private beach, Meadowsfoot or Mothecombe Beach, which would, we were told, be closed the following week for a party.  There were few shells, but some dog-cockles.  We left by a cliff path past chicory into a small wood.  Lesser centaury grew in grassland, followed by exposed fields with slender thistle and foxglove.  There were plenty of birds, such as linnets, meadow pipits, stonechats among the gorse, and in one field corn buntings, plus views of Carswell Cove.
      We struggled up the very steep Beacon Hill in squally showers to an easier path to Stoke Valley and its caravan park, which was more peaceful and well-kept than most, and we sat on the terrace of its closed shop to eat lunch looking over a choppy sea and rain at Bigbury.  When the shop re-opened we bought ice-creams and postcards and descended to the beach, where green alkanet and sea rocket grew among the rocks.  On the crumbly cliffs of schist were planted maritime pine and white poplar.  The weather did not improve and we decided to walk back to Mothecombe along the road, the only notable features being rusty-back fern on the old farm walls at Caulston, downy rose Rosa tomentosa and hedgerow cranesbill approaching Mothecombe.  Back at the River Erme people were now sail-boarding in the rough wind.  Much of the land along this stretch is owned by the Fleet Estate and fenced off inhospitably by barbed wire.
 
Mothecombe Beach
 
 
Carswell Cove

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