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, 4 February 2014

Sussex: Rye to Hastings 3/6/2010***


 

 
Cream-spot tiger-moth
 
Stinking hawksbeard
 
Donax vittatus shells
We walked directly from the hotel south to the riverside, passing a series of chandleries and following the Rother’s tributary Brede west to the road bridge over it.  We then returned along the south bank and over a sluice by road, which continued through an industrial area lining the south bank of the Rother, including a “waste water disposal site”.  At the end of the road is the little village of Rye Harbour where the large RSPB nature reserve starts.  This comprises a large area of shingle with lakes and many notable species.  We noticed enclosures guarded by electric wire fence and internal rabbit-proof defences for stinking hawk’s-beard, which is now extinct at its one original station at Dungeness, but was introduced here.  It was too early see any flowers and even with binoculars we could not make out any rosettes.  Sea pea is another plant similarly protected here, and we did see that in one enclosure.  The vegetation was similar to Dungeness, with lots of sea kale, and common blues fluttering over the bird’s-foot trefoil.  We took a detour to a bird hide overlooking Ternery Lake, where we had good views of common and sandwich terns, black-headed, common and Mediterranean gulls all nesting (and many with quite large chicks), cormorants, tufted duck, moorhen and coots, plus one dunlin.  There was a continuous overhead stream of terns carrying small silver fish for their young.  Away from the water we saw a lesser whitethroat and a cream-spot tiger-moth.  The tarmac path nearest the shore continued right through to Winchelsea, although we did not see the village itself as we left the path to cross the shingle and gain the sandy beach with lots of Donax vittatus shells.  We walked this almost to Cliff End, when the sand gave out, the tide coming in, and we had to return to the top of the shingle and the sea wall.  Clay cliffs start at this village and we had to take a path up between houses to the cliff-top.  On the way up we encountered a brilliant emerald dragonfly with its amber wings and slender dark body.  The path led through young woodland as far as Fairlight.  This was signed as the Saxon Shore Way, but at Fairlight signs ran out and left us confused and directionless amongst private housing.  It was only signed again when we finally left the estate!  We lost much time trying to negotiate this unfriendly territory and there was no access to the shore at all.  At one point we rescued a slow-worm in the middle of a track and removed him to the verge.  We followed cliff-top heath, which was part of Hastings Country Park, and dominated by heather, heath bedstraw and wood-sage.  The path rose and fell increasingly steeply as we crossed a series of glens.  At one grazed hill-top there was a large patch of common bird’s-foot, its tiny white flowers only just protruding from the prostrate foliage.  On one stretch a mole ran across the path.  We eventually rounded East Hill and Hastings was spread in front of us, built over a further series of hills.  The way to the harbour was down hundreds of concrete steps, at the bottom of which we were suddenly thrown into the midst of all the usual seaside town paraphernalia of amusement parks, stalls and hubbub.  We had little time, however, as we were late for our return train and would have to wait an hour for the next. So we hurried along the front to the pier where there was subway to a central shopping area and signs to the station, which we reached with just 5 minutes to spare.
River Brede
 
Rye Harbour NR foreshore
 
Hastings Country Park
 
Common birdsfoot

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