Day Six - Barnstaple to Westwood Ho! 30.7km (19.1 miles).
Time on route 6:40hrs, walking time 6:10hrs.
Saturday 07 June 2014
I completed my longest distance today and at my fastest average speed (5kph) - aided and abetted by a serious lack of any altitude on the route.
It wasn't a cheery start. As I left Barnstaple I overtook some fellow SWCP walkers in the rain. The forecast was for a mainly dry day but this is Britain after all and you never quite know...
I confess to not having looked forward to this section of the coastpath. Straight, long, tarmaced stretches are not my idea of fun. But at least some of the sections had estuarine views.
It was a tad dull. I started singing to myself and then getting stupidly excited at the prospect of a corner a few kms in.
But there was nothing more thrilling than another tarmaced path round the bend. Part of me wanted to break into a jog to get it over and done with, but I knew that would use up too much energy too soon. I'm not moaning, it's just not as stimulating as hills, coves and cliffs. However, sharing this section with the Tarka Trail gives some good art.
And some cyclists for company.
One hour down and I came to Fremlington Station.
The cafe called me in (you know how it is) and I stopped for a few minutes for a pot of tea with a lovely view.
Anyway, refreshed I marched off. Scene look familiar?
Anyway, Chivenor had obviously heard me and to prevent more singing from boredom, the RAF laid on a SAR demo. They were training over the Taw Estuary hovering over the water then rising, completing a circle and going back to water level again. And again.
More Tarka art.
Eventually the Tarka Trail and the SWCP parted company and I headed off over a dyke west of Islay Marsh.
Walking this stretch bought me very close to my last section; I remember walking past the white house a couple of weeks ago.
The rain was holding off quite nicely now and I was rueing the fact that I'd left my sunglasses in the car.
The predicted diversion around Instow Beach never appeared so I followed the original SWCP route along the beach edge. There were great views of Appledore in the sun and I enjoyed watching the yacht race in the Torridge Estuary.
There was little evidence of the damage caused by the winter's storms. However, it was clear that the road alongside Instow is frequently closed due to heavy seas.
The SWCP guide book states that if you don't fancy walking all the way down and up the Torridge, you can hop on the ferry across to Appledore.
It will be of no surprise that I wasn't even remotely tempted.
I pushed on past another railway station.
And then rejoined the Tarka Trail for a bit more tarmac tramping.
From here I had my first sighting of the famous ship building yard at Appledore. And some pretty groovy art work from what looks to a buoy of some description.
More evidence of the railway origins of the Tarka Trail.
The heavens kindly opened at this juncture so it was back into waterproofs. But, given the choice, I'd rather have cloud and a bit of rain to too much heat. It's a more comfortable way to walk. Anyway, once I'd passed under the high level bridge carrying the A39, I neared the original route across the Torridge, the Bideford long bridge.
Somehow I missed Bideford Station on the Tarka Trail, turning off a tad too early and taking the road. I crossed the bridge and stopped for coffee on a bench the other side. But not for long as no longer had I poured myself a cup it started raining again. So I was off back up the otherside of the estuary. The Bideford footprints reminded me of Ilfracombe. Kingsley's "little white town" is a reference to Charles Kingsley's book "Westward Ho!" from 1850.
Walking up and down estuaries does not give you much impression of getting close to one's destination. You walk miles and miles only to end up directly opposite where you first started! But that's how it goes with some routes isn't it?
Having left the Tarka Trail the route took on a more 'classic' SWCP nature of paths, alley ways - basically, variety.
These tank traps made me smile. Reminded me of a trig pillar breeding ground.
I loved finding these tiny beaches.
The path detours around the back of Appledore's dockyard with a boring stretch of road before entering the quaint village centre.
When I started the walk today I wasn't sure if I was going to finish at Appledore or push on to Westward Ho! I had left my car at Barnstaple Station and knew I could catch a bus back from either place. As I was doing so well on time I stopped for a drink and rest, reviewed my route, and decided to push on as it was only 1500.
It was a pleasant walk up through the village. Lots of houses have such creative nautical themes.
The walk around Northam Burrows was a bit of a slog as I was tired and the wind had picked up. The route wanders around the edge of the golf course and I'm always pleased to see these wee markers just to reassure oneself that you're still on track.
Westward Ho! is a shingle fest. I imagine it got a serious battering in the winter's storms.
As I walked into Westward Ho! I spotted my bus: perfect timing. It took me 40 mins to return to Barnstaple Station. The bus route pretty much retracted my walk and I enjoyed replaying it in super quick time.
Time on route 6:40hrs, walking time 6:10hrs.
Saturday 07 June 2014
I completed my longest distance today and at my fastest average speed (5kph) - aided and abetted by a serious lack of any altitude on the route.
It wasn't a cheery start. As I left Barnstaple I overtook some fellow SWCP walkers in the rain. The forecast was for a mainly dry day but this is Britain after all and you never quite know...
I confess to not having looked forward to this section of the coastpath. Straight, long, tarmaced stretches are not my idea of fun. But at least some of the sections had estuarine views.
It was a tad dull. I started singing to myself and then getting stupidly excited at the prospect of a corner a few kms in.
But there was nothing more thrilling than another tarmaced path round the bend. Part of me wanted to break into a jog to get it over and done with, but I knew that would use up too much energy too soon. I'm not moaning, it's just not as stimulating as hills, coves and cliffs. However, sharing this section with the Tarka Trail gives some good art.
And some cyclists for company.
One hour down and I came to Fremlington Station.
The cafe called me in (you know how it is) and I stopped for a few minutes for a pot of tea with a lovely view.
Anyway, refreshed I marched off. Scene look familiar?
Anyway, Chivenor had obviously heard me and to prevent more singing from boredom, the RAF laid on a SAR demo. They were training over the Taw Estuary hovering over the water then rising, completing a circle and going back to water level again. And again.
More Tarka art.
Eventually the Tarka Trail and the SWCP parted company and I headed off over a dyke west of Islay Marsh.
Walking this stretch bought me very close to my last section; I remember walking past the white house a couple of weeks ago.
The rain was holding off quite nicely now and I was rueing the fact that I'd left my sunglasses in the car.
The predicted diversion around Instow Beach never appeared so I followed the original SWCP route along the beach edge. There were great views of Appledore in the sun and I enjoyed watching the yacht race in the Torridge Estuary.
There was little evidence of the damage caused by the winter's storms. However, it was clear that the road alongside Instow is frequently closed due to heavy seas.
The SWCP guide book states that if you don't fancy walking all the way down and up the Torridge, you can hop on the ferry across to Appledore.
It will be of no surprise that I wasn't even remotely tempted.
I pushed on past another railway station.
And then rejoined the Tarka Trail for a bit more tarmac tramping.
From here I had my first sighting of the famous ship building yard at Appledore. And some pretty groovy art work from what looks to a buoy of some description.
More evidence of the railway origins of the Tarka Trail.
The heavens kindly opened at this juncture so it was back into waterproofs. But, given the choice, I'd rather have cloud and a bit of rain to too much heat. It's a more comfortable way to walk. Anyway, once I'd passed under the high level bridge carrying the A39, I neared the original route across the Torridge, the Bideford long bridge.
Somehow I missed Bideford Station on the Tarka Trail, turning off a tad too early and taking the road. I crossed the bridge and stopped for coffee on a bench the other side. But not for long as no longer had I poured myself a cup it started raining again. So I was off back up the otherside of the estuary. The Bideford footprints reminded me of Ilfracombe. Kingsley's "little white town" is a reference to Charles Kingsley's book "Westward Ho!" from 1850.
Walking up and down estuaries does not give you much impression of getting close to one's destination. You walk miles and miles only to end up directly opposite where you first started! But that's how it goes with some routes isn't it?
Having left the Tarka Trail the route took on a more 'classic' SWCP nature of paths, alley ways - basically, variety.
These tank traps made me smile. Reminded me of a trig pillar breeding ground.
I loved finding these tiny beaches.
The path detours around the back of Appledore's dockyard with a boring stretch of road before entering the quaint village centre.
When I started the walk today I wasn't sure if I was going to finish at Appledore or push on to Westward Ho! I had left my car at Barnstaple Station and knew I could catch a bus back from either place. As I was doing so well on time I stopped for a drink and rest, reviewed my route, and decided to push on as it was only 1500.
It was a pleasant walk up through the village. Lots of houses have such creative nautical themes.
The walk around Northam Burrows was a bit of a slog as I was tired and the wind had picked up. The route wanders around the edge of the golf course and I'm always pleased to see these wee markers just to reassure oneself that you're still on track.
Westward Ho! is a shingle fest. I imagine it got a serious battering in the winter's storms.
As I walked into Westward Ho! I spotted my bus: perfect timing. It took me 40 mins to return to Barnstaple Station. The bus route pretty much retracted my walk and I enjoyed replaying it in super quick time.
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