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: Wembury to Turnchapel 12/8/1996****


 

 
 
 
 
 
Rock-pool, Wembury, with seaweeds
 
 
 
 
 
 
Greater weever fish
 
It was low tide at Wembury, so we could explore the many rock-pools, with sponges, seaweeds, hydroids, beadlet and snakelocks anemones, prawns, crabs, and several fish, including a greater weever Trachinus draco.  There were not so many molluscs, but plenty of small sea-urchins and cuttlefish bones on the beach.  At the west end was a more sandy beach among the rocks, with thrift, rock samphire, sea rocket, sea sandwort, sea holly, frosted orache, cliff spurrey and sea club-rush.  A large flock of juvenile goldfinches flew from one seed-head to another.  Above there was a naval training area. 
      As the rocks became less easy to negotiate, we climbed back up to the path at the top of the low cliff to Heybrook Bay, past scrub covered with a huge amount of honeysuckle scenting the air.  Beyond there the path entered rough heath.  Dodder on the gorse was spreading to neighbouring blackthorns.  Crownhill Bay was backed by chalets and occupied by plenty of holidaymakers.  The good news was that dogs were not allowed on the beach.  The bad news was that brown rats obviously were!  This was coarse sand with rocks and few shells.  Immediately neighbouring was Bovisand Bay, backed by a caravan holiday camp and messier with banks of rotting seaweed.  We saw the Raleigh sailing ship at sea, impressive even from a distance. 
      By mistake we took a lower road that ended at Bovisand Pier after the Fort and had to return to find the narrow coast path well hidden between houses.  This went over a footbridge across a steep valley beneath an artillery range.  Rough heath followed, at one point the path being completely roofed by an archway of small windswept sweet chestnut.  We had good views of Plymouth and in the hedgerow found crab apple and wild pear (but not the very rare Plymouth pear).  After parkland around Dunstone Point, where there was dwarf elder, we entered the built-up industrial area of Turnchapel.  In the centre small old houses were well kept with colourful window-boxes of flowers.  Miles of docks separated us from Plymouth across Cattewater.
      At night we stayed at “Goutsford”, a B&B in Modbury, a couple of miles back from the coast.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Honeysuckle at cliff edge
 
 
 
 
 
 
Docks at Turnchapel

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