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

Suffolk: Butley Ferry to Bawdsey Ferry 25/6/2009**

 
St Andrew
 
Hoary mullein at Shingle Street
 
North Sea breakers, Bawdsey
At Capel St. Andrew, a tiny hamlet with an imposing statue of St. Andrew beside the road, we took the small lane down to Dock Farm and parked at the end, the start of the shortest track back to Butley River.  We immediately passed a number of large pools, an RSPB reserve with an impressive variety of birds – a family of teal, a juvenile cormorant, black-tailed godwit, coot, turnstone, black-headed and Mediterranean gulls, lapwings, grey heron, and shelduck.  We walked the embankment to the end of the river and then turned along the River Ore, with the southern end of Orford Ness opposite.  We tripped over a young toad in our path.  Soon the saltmarsh of Oxley Marshes developed below with the usual plants, and, beyond that, shingle banks developing, with an exceptional flora including yellow vetch (whose hairy pods were generally more noticeable than the pale greenish-yellow flowers), bur medick, sea pea, sea kale, yellow horned poppy, sticky groundsel, and even one bush of shrubby seablite.  Drier saltmarsh had hare’s-foot, rough and knotted clovers and spotted medick.  We passed Hollesley Bay Borstal, hardly visible behind trees, when the shingle began to develop in earnest, especially fronting the row of houses called Shingle Street, where we found a wooden bench to sit and have our lunch.  We had a full view of the shingle plants, with much white, biting and English stonecrops.  There was also hoary mullein and many garden escapes.  A stock dove passed over.  The shingle continued past several Martello Towers, sometimes enclosing saline lagoons, but narrowed as we approached Bawdsey, where coastal erosion prevented further progress along the front and we had to turn up a lane into the village.  Shortly along the road south of the village, passing a colourful patch of sown wildflowers at Bawdsey Hall, another footpath took us back to the front, but there was no access to the embankment (unlike the rest of Suffolk, where the embankments were walkable and paths well-maintained), so we had to walk along the shingle beach, making slower progress.  Later on, the tops of the sand cliffs were fenced off by an industrial installation and then by the large estate of Bawdsey Manor, a conference centre and international school.  The cliffs commonly slumped down, giving an occasional clay edge to the shingle that made easier walking and supported a variable flora including many arable annuals like bugloss and annual mercury, a little common cudweed and common centaury, yellow horned-poppy growing right up the cliffs, and later on Hottentot fig and silver ragwort.  The shore became increasingly eroded, crossed by rotting groynes, and access was only possible along a shingle path supported by a metal wall, with tamarisk and sea buckthorn attempting to close off access altogether.  After days of coast walking with no view of the sea, we were pleased to sea the North Sea splashing on the shore with a lively spray.  Eventually we rounded the corner of the River Deben and a little more shingle led us to the Bawdsey Ferry, which was operating to Felixstowe, but this was the end of our day.  We called had a drink and ice-cream at the Boathouse Café waiting for a taxi.  Students from the international school were bathing and playing volleyball on the beach, where there was a single clump of sea rocket.
Sea pea
 
Yellow vetch
 
Wildflower verge, Bawdsey Hall
 
Bawdsey ferry point




 

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