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





Tuesday, 28 January 2014

Durham: Seaton Carew to Redcar 10/7/2006**


We went straight from Seaton Carew to the dunes above Seaton Sands, the beach being a mix of loose sand and stones and difficult to walk.  The dunes were mostly spoiled by excessive growth of sea buckthorn, while the more established grassland was fenced off as a golf course.  Attempts to clear the buckthorn had been made recently, resulting in a first succession flora of creeping thistle and bittersweet, plus musk thistle, tall rocket, great lettuce, twiggy spurge and the hawkweed Hieracium vagum.  We saw graylings flying.  The main dunes ended in a bay but we could continue among more inland dunes after the golf course, dominated by field horsetail but including pyramidal orchids.  Eventually we found the way blocked by a power station and chemical works, the first part of the large industrial complex that totally occupies the Tees estuary, which was to remain completely inaccessible for the rest of the day.  Apart from not seeing the coast we were from now on to be dominated by the noxious smells and smutty air of oil terminals, chemical, steel and coal works, and the jarring racket of huge lorries.  We had to walk alongside the A178 south to Middlesbrough with industry on both sides and narrow verges keeping us close to speeding vehicles.  The only relief was provided by a number of pools and Greatham Creek, which were excellent bird-watching sites with nesting Arctic and common terns, ruddy and tufted ducks, mute swans, geese and coot.  We had a close view of a male ruddy duck displaying by rapidly beating his conspicuous blue-grey bill against his chest.  The contrasting black, white and chestnut plumage made it a beautiful bird.  After four miles of this busy road we reached the Tees at the impressive Transporter Bridge, large blue steel girders from which hung a ferry that carried cars and walkers like us across on payment of a toll.  From the other side of this crossing the Teesdale Way, a national trail, was meant to start and we did find a few small plaques announcing it on one street. We followed the route past a “look no hands” clock-tower, across a bridge over a small tributary basin of the Tees, and past Middlesbrough FC’s Millennium Stadium.  Passing through another industrial area, the trail was supposed to continue on the other side of a parallel railway track, but we could find no access to it and the trail signs had totally vanished.  Returning to the roads we eventually found a way down to a railside footpath.  This was strewn with refuse and sandwiched variously between fences and walls, continuing in this way close to the railway for three miles.  The air was polluted by surrounding factories and an area of huge spoil heaps; the fumes were sometimes so strong we had to hold handkerchiefs over mouth and nose.  Where they had dredged the pathside ditch mud was just thrown up over the path and whitish cinders thrown down, making it uncomfortable to walk, while occasional marshy spots meant we had to step carefully, sometimes balancing on planks and sleepers thrown down haphazardly.  It was obvious very few people ever used this trail and indeed there was no reason why they would want to do so.  There were a few, but very few, interesting plants, most notably crown vetch, which was the find of the day.  We were even rather glad of the change when we re-emerged on the A1085, despite the roaring traffic, because there was an even walkway providing relief from stumbling through rubble and undergrowth.  We walked by road past Cowpen Marsh Nature Reserve and Seal Sands into Redcar as far as the railway station. 
Crown vetch
 
 
Transporter Bridge
 
 
Seal Sands
 
 
Grayling
 

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