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, 31 January 2014

Essex: Southend to Fobbing 9/7/2009


 

We arrived by train at Southend Central.  On our way to the front we were able to buy some lunch and a new map.  The first part of the walk from the pier was then straightforward tarmac and concrete around “Adventure Island” and along the prom tiddly-pom.  Some Mediterranean gulls mixed with the black-headed ones on the muddy sands.  Southend merged into Leigh-on-Sea.  We walked beside the railway which ran along the front.  At Leigh-on-Sea there was a much more pleasant collection of pubs, cafés, restaurants and shops in a tiny seafront quarter, including a museum showing a “typical old fisherman’s cottage”.  There were prominent seafood firms here and we had already seen cockle-pickers far out on the Thames mudflats.  By Leigh-on-Sea station we left the railway-side and followed a path through wasteland and by pools overlooking Two Tree Island.  At the west end of the island were a number of large pools with avocets, little egret, terns, black-tailed godwit, sanderlings, oystercatchers and lapwings in large numbers.  The avocets had chicks.  As we continued along the embankment we faced Canvey Island and entered Hadleigh Castle Country Park (the castle ruins clear on the hill above).  The vegetation was uninteresting, bastard cabbage frequent, and we could not find the hartwort supposed to be along here, but we did find stone parsley for the first time this trip.  Eventually we entered the Benfleet Creek marina, where there was a convenient seat to have our lunch overlooking the stationary boats.  We were directly beside the railway again and passed a large flood barrier across the creek before joining the road to Benfleet station, from which a footpath ran further alongside the creek towards the sewage works.  Here mountain cycle and motorcycle tracks completely obscured the way, the ups and downs of what was apparently a disused tip making excellent terrain for them.  We rediscovered the path after the sewage works just in time to follow it along the river to the point where it passed under the major A130 road.  The path then crossed agricultural land in a meandering way before it gathered its senses and headed due north to Rookery Farm, past a long belt of completely dead white elm trees that were regenerating as green undergrowth.  The farm was a stables and the path obstructed, but we managed to get through a broken gate and gain access to the bridge over the railway.  The path followed the north side of the railway along the narrow margins of rape and wheat fields.  It was rather a surprise when we suddenly arrived in a churchyard, belonging to St Margaret’s Church, a handsome building far from any current settlement.  Crossing Church Lane, we walked beside rough arable land until we entered a “set aside” area where we found hairy vetchling yet again (TQ751874).  We found more hairy vetchling (TQ743875)in the next field of coarse plants just before the beginning of the Basildon conurbation at Pitsea.  Then we followed an unpleasant dark track between railway and garden fences to the road near Pitsea station., from which a rough track led to the A13 looming overhead.  We found a path away from the road to cross Vange Marshes rather than have to try to walk along dual carriageway.  The path was not signed properly, but we found our way into an RSPB nature reserve with a permissive path just below the railway, saving us digressions by the public right-of-way.  We managed to find our way around Vange Wharf, but the continuation of the footpath through the next farm was unsigned and unclear.  We found the way to a footbridge into the next field, which had obviously been unused for years.  Grass was head-high and the ground full of large tussocks, while patches of nettles and thistles stung and pricked us.  There was no sign of the path and we had to make our own way for half a kilometre through this at a very slow pace.  At the end was a gate that had obviously not been opened for a long time, as there were blackthorn bushes growing in front of it!  Nevertheless we managed to get through and could take the continuing track meandering through farmland again.  The footpath which was meant to diverge from this was not evident, but it did not matter, as we could follow the track further to meet with it again at a large isolated barn.  A snipe rose crying from this marshy pasture.  From the barn the footpath south was again unmarked, but we navigated ourselves through more rough grassland and ditches to the corner of a river embankment, where an old stile hidden among tall vegetation led us straight into a reed marsh!  We found tubular water dropwort here and climbed up on the embankment, walked along it a short way and navigated by two rows of pylons shown on the map.  A path eventually turned directly towards Fobbing, arriving at the bottom of the hill at the end of Marsh Lane, but the footpath supposed to continue south underneath the hill was overgrown and unsigned.  We therefore climbed up Marsh Lane to Fobbing High Road, which we took south past houses to the village itself.  Unfortunately the White Lion pub here was closed, though gone 5pm, and we had to sit without drinks to await the taxi to our hotel.  Today meadow browns were surprisingly few, but there were more peacocks than usual and many marbled whites had just started emerging in quantity, we having only had our first record the day before.

 

 

 
Southend seafront from cliff gardens
 
 
Leigh Marshes
 
Hadleigh Castle
 
 
St Margaret's Church
 
Stone parsley
 
Marbled white

 

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