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
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Transporter Bridge
Seal Sands
Grayling
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Day by day account of our walk around the coast of England, and the Welsh and Scottish borders, with notes on natural history.
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**
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