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

Norfolk: Winterton to Great Yarmouth 17/6/2009****


 

 
Crested buckler fern
Having arrived the previous afternoon we had time to explore Winterton dunes again and found the crested buckler fern we failed to find in 2008.  There were also the coastal micro-moth Gymnancyla canella and stripe-winged grasshoppers.  We saw a grey seal lift its head above the sea and look around for some minutes.  We are staying at a B&B (Tower Cottage) opposite the church in Winterton, which has a tall square tower with much wallflower and nesting pigeons and jackdaws.  After a fine breakfast, we walked down the road towards the coast.  At the main green where there were, unusually, two village signs, one representing farming, the other fishing.  We found a queue at the bus-stop and realised it would be simpler and cheaper to take a bus into Great Yarmouth centre and walk back.  The bus-ride took 40 minutes to get to Market Gates, from which we walked to the bank of the River Yare, just below the road bridge.  We followed the river south, on its east bank, as it runs parallel to the coast here, although we hardly got any view of the river with docks and industrial premises between it and the road.  We passed the ferry across the river and carried on, mainly recording wasteland plants, such as garden pink-sorrel to the end of the peninsula where the Yare turns east to enter the North Sea.  Here we found dune plants starting to come in, but as we continued north beside the coast the whole dunes had become a construction site.  Not until close to the centre of Yarmouth could we go down to the beach.  Even the spoiled dunes here, however, had plenty of sea holly, but the beach was devoid of shells.  We passed a fairground, where rides circled empty of customers, although eventually a couple did get on the “Yarmouth Eye”.  After the first pier we continued along the paved way above the beach and past the second pier, calling in at the Information Centre, and then through wider northern dunes, which again had sea holly, fronted by some sea rocket and saltwort, plus colonies of the alien Hieracium lanatum, the only site where it seems to have become established (for well over a century).  All the dunes along this stretch are acidic, with sheepsbit and sheep’s sorrel common and much grey hair-grass in worn patches.  At the end of the town we entered the gardens surrounding a boating lake, where there was a seat among the shrubbery convenient for lunch.  We then walked dwindling dunes and beach (sand and shingle) below Caister where there are remains of the old Roman fort we had glimpsed from the bus, and the water-tower provided a conspicuous landmark.  We joined a path above the beach along a discontinued railway line for a while, before returning to the beach.  There was a lot of common cudweed.  We continued under the crumbling low cliffs at Scratby, with the Scroby Wind Farm out at sea.  Incredibly, one can get boat trips round the wind farm and buy postcards of it – how sad is that?  Near Hemsby we saw Arctic terns fishing with their young, already fledged.  A few shells started appearing, mostly fragments, until there were large numbers of beached razor shells, the recently introduced species Ensis americanus.  At Winterton we were disappointed that the café above the beach was closed, having looked forward to ice-cream or coffee.  It was only a short walk back from here to the B&B and the Fisherman's Return with Woodforde’s beer, locally-brewed at Woodbastwick.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Migrant hawker
Access to the beach after the harbour works, Great Yarmouth south
 
Approaching Caister
 
Wind farm postcard: calm sea, huge breakers!
Lunch-place by boating lake, Great Yarmouth north
 
Scratby cliffs
 
Ensis americanus

 

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