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A perfect day

We were in bed early last night, and I woke up about 06:30, by 7 I had had enough so I got up and went down to island mere hide. I parked near Scots Hall (not sure is that is allowed!) and walked into the reed beds. No one else was in the hide, the mere was quite full of water after the recent rain, and there were not many birds about. Geese were flying in and out in formation, and I spotted a juvenile Marsh Harrier. I had not bothered getting the scope out but then spotted a Bittern on the far side, by the time I got it set up the bird had gone.

Soon after I spotted another one further along this time I had the benefit of the scope, it was at the edge of the reeds looking up in the classic pose, then it barked and flew along the reeds and dropped out of site. Just before I left I spotted another one.

Breakfast was as usual great but they did not have veggie sausages but they promised some for tomorrow. After breakfast we sorted out our gear and headed in land along the Minsmere river.

The we then did a second side of a triangular route across Westleton heath where the Heather was in full bloom very purple and very fragrant. There were two distinct colours one very vibrant purple the other more pastel in colour. It was still early’ish and we had the place almost to our selves and the weather was getting warmer and sunnier.

By the time we got to Dunwich church we had not had a break so we sat on the bench and had half a snack bar each. After a nice rest we walked up the village high street and down to the fish and chip shop over looking Dingle marsh and the car park. Helen had veggie burger and because she said it is the law that if they are offered they have to be taken in case the proprietor thinks demand has dropped. It turns out that the burgers were deep fried vegetable fritters and there was no bun! I ended up having one of them.

Once Helen was tired of the wasps we went over to the beach where there were a few swimmers bracing the North Sea temperatures. After some time relaxing on the beach we headed back up the hill towards the light house cottages.

Just past Grey Friars we heard a great but distant thunder clap. To our west there was a very big and dark anvil shaped cloud, and it was heading our direction. Soon after it started to rain, but as soon as we had unpacked the poncho and got it on the rain had stopped. The storm was heading past just to the north of us, we surmised that if we had stayed much longer at Dunwich we would have got soaked the storm continued to flash and rumble for the next half an hour. We found a bench on Dunwich heath and looked for Dartford warblers, but apart from stonechats and wood pigeons we were out of luck. There was a brief flash of grey at one point but not good enough to get an id of any bird.

At coast guard cottages we had coffee and shared a cake, then a bit of sea watching and a pee. We then headed down to the beach and on to the main part of Minsmere RSPB reserve. The storm was heading away out to sea but you could still see lightning and hear thunder. Over towards Eastbriddge we could see some more dark clouds so we got a speed on, the plan was to go to a hide for a while before heading back. We just about made the hide before it started raining trouble was the hide looked out over scrapes but hey were empty because the Terns that would normalhangout there had left for sunnier clims, so I put on my poncho and Helen her rain gear and we walked back towards Mere hide in the hope of seeing another Bittern.

The rain did not last long and the sun came out the light was warm and brilliant for taking photos, so I did! Not muchaction going on in the hide, which was deserted. We got a few more ticks that had evaded us earlier in the day (Tufted, Great-Crested Grebe, and Little Grebe), but no Bittern in site. Later a man turned up with a 500mm f2.8 Canon lens (£5,000) hoping to get a Bittern fly by, if he got one the light was perfect. Feet suitabkly rested we left the hide for the final push back to the hide it was already 17:30 and I reckoned it would take 30minutes to get back to the pub, Helen reckoned longer 40minutes.

Rather than take the road back we turned away from The Eels Foot and walkked past Sotts Hall and joined the bridleway that runs parallel. We were both knackered and Helen needed a fruit bar to avoid a trough, 35 minutes later we were at the last corner before the pub, so I guess Helen was right about the time it would take to get back.

All day we had failed to find a Tit flock but just as we got back to the river Minsmere we spotted one so Blue Tit and Long-tailed wer added tothe day list. Then I spotted a Treecreeper it was really close and hunting insects on the small branches, the view was fantastic. Suitably rewarded we headed back to the pub it had taken 40 minutes!

We had walked about 12-13 miles and been out for just short of 9 hours which is probably a record for us. We quickly freshened up and heaed to the bar for a well earned pint and some pub food, the end of a perfect day.

Absolutlely Peeing it down

Just to prove we can be predictable we are off to The Eels Foot Inn for the August bank holiday just like we did last year. However this year we have no excuse we are just going because we want to and we can.

We left my folks at about 11ish after having spent the night. Dad now has iPlayer via the Wii I gave them.

We stopped for a comfort break on the B1120 at the South Suffolk show ground which was a collection of shacks trying to be a village of shops. I was not convinced but the broccoli, stilton and sweetcorn pastie was lovely. We got to Minsmere at about 14:00 parked up and headed the wrong way round because the north wall is shut till February 2012. We had ticked off most of the waders on the what’s about sheet from the west hide, then headed off down towards the bushes around the sluice, for some reason they call them the sluice bushes.

We saw some little brown jobs then headed on to the east hide where some RSPB staff were adjusting a pump to stop something flooding while the north wall works progress. We had some great views of godwit, sanderling, and ruff.

On the way back retracing our steps it started to rain so we popped back in the first hide to wait for it to stop. We finally spotted the ringed plovers that had evaded us up till that point.

We were in the hide for about an hour and it looked like the rain was really set in, but eventually we noticed that it had stopped. We headed back to the car park then were soon back at The Eels Foot Inn.

We were in the bar early it guaranteed a table and means we would be in bed early and therefore ready to get up and go early in the morning. I had fish and chips again and Helen had veggie lasagne both were very good. There is a new chef and looking at the specials the food is getting better. Not that it was lacking previously, just that apart from the usual pub fare there are some more unusual dishes, tomorrow I may have smoked haddock, leek, saffron and pea risotto!

A Tollesbury Cappuchino

After a “Sharp” gathering yesterday it is off to the jewel of a county that is Essex for a “Baldwin” gathering. We were up early so rather than sitting around I found a place called Tollesbury Marsh nature reserve which is sort of en route, being just off the A12 at Chelmsford.

The M25 was heaving because a section in Surrey was closed both ways after an accident yesterday. All the traffic to Kent was being diverted via the north of London. Once on the A12 we soon took a turn off around Chelmsford and passed through Maldon towards Tollesbury. I am always surprised at the quaintness of the Essex countryside when you consider the negative image it has.

We parked up at Tollesbury marina, (loos were locked!) and headed down the short stretch of road to the actual marina itself. We passed an impressive sparrow colony of possibly a 100 birds, then walked past the sailing club and down to the sea wall that skirts the Essex Nature Trust reserve.

The tide was out and the mud was exposed, the further from the marina we got the more waders we spotted: whimbrel/curlew, godwit, sandpiper, oystercatcher, redshank, golden plover, lapwing, linnet, reed bunting and wagtail. We sat for on the see wall then headed back for a coffee, in the local greasy spoon. I had cappuchino and crisps Helen had beans on toast and chocolate milkshake, (I can’t imagine why!).

The Barbecue/Party went really well, everyone seemed to enjoy them selves, there was plenty to eat and drink. We were booked in at a B&B called Timbers http://www.timbersbandb.co.uk/ which is close by I popped out and dumped the bags there at 16:00 to save a lot of palaver later. We were not quite sure what to expect, but it turned out to be a great B&B the hosts, Alan & Angela could not do enough to make sure we had everything we needed. Breakfast was a feast, we had a veggie breakfast, but the choices were extensive. There was fresh fruit salad, home made yoghurt, and home made Jam.

After breakfast it was back round the relatives house for a cup of coffee then Helen and I went home but not before another look at the local wildlife, this time at Mersea island where there is a ferry but no song with a Liverpool accent to go with it. The sun was shining and there was plenty to see on the mud exposed while the tide was out.

We were not about to dip on this one

After our exciting sea trip, we decided to admire the beauties that inland Wales has to offer this morning. Water was still involved however we did not have to be on it on this occasion, although some members of the party did still manage to get wet. After an impressive 10 mile run, T returned and prepared a picnic lunch, and off we set for Ystradfellte Falls, a limestone area popular with walkers and cavers. We were hoping to see a dipper a bird we have never seen before. It was a 40 minute run from Cardiff to the Brecon Beacons, whilst C & T explained we were passing through the most deprived area of the UK, with the highest teenage pregnancy rate on one of the most dangerous roads in the area! We were however passing through some beautiful scenery and after turning off the main road, passed a lonely tea wagon parked on an empty layby. T manouvered through the narrow, winding roads and we reached the car park, apparently in the middle of nowhere but had the bonus of a small shop & WC.

Before starting the walk to Ystradfellte Falls we descended a steep path to view one of the entrances to the caves used by those brave enough to explore that route. We could see a small dark cave entrance through which a torrent rushed into

the darkness. T remembered seeing cavers with suba tanks entering, on his last visit. Round the corner was a larger entrance, called White Horse Cave after the limestone shapes formed on the walls.

We went back up to the path and off we went. Thanks to our early start there was no one about and we walked along the rushing river, carefully watching our step with the many boulders and roots amidst the path, whilst trying to cast an eye riverwards in an attempt to spot dippers, and soon our efforts were rewarded with a brief sighting. As we followed the river we saw what was probably the same bird several times and were able to admire him through the noccas.

There are ten falls in this area so to be honest I am not sure which one we were heading for but after a steep descent we reached one that you can walk behind to pass across to the other side of the river. There had been quite a lot of rain and Helen had no intention of re-enacting scenes from the Last of the Mohicans, so perched on a rock to enjoy the view of the falls instead. T, Neil & C headed off but C wisely decided that she did not want to get soaked and her waterproofs were still in the car. Neil & T of course headed off behind the waterfall, apparently the force of the water was forcing the spray backwards and they both returned rather soaked. Back up the hill for a well earned picnic lunch at the top. We then walked back via Sgwd Clun Gwyn waterfall, the sun was out and lots more people were about by this point. When we got back to the car park, instead of our car and the wardens vehicle as when we left, it was full! We set off home, through a cycle race and when we reached the tea wagon layby we understood the reason for his choice of such an apparently lonely spot. He was inundated by bikers, minibuses and car drivers – talk about scarcity value!

Back to the homestead and then back to Bucks! Thanks T & C for a great weekend. I shall not forget the boat load of relieved, bedraggled tourists breaking into song at the sight of a Lancaster bomber. Marvellous!

Tring and back

Nice sunny day with fluffy clouds about 21 degree, perfect for a walk. We got the number 500 bus to tring at about 11:00 and Helen allowed me to sit on the top deck, as a treat. At the bus stop I tried out the bus service computer which shows how long to the next bus and where it is going, as well as other interesting information.

We got oFf the bus at the Rose and Crown hotel then headed up Akeman Street past the Natural history museum, and out into the country side. As we went under the bridge over the A41 we noticed lots of small snails on the painted/varnished walls. They all without exception had shells with the most recent growth was clean and light in colour. I guess that the shell colour must reflect their diet, and I have a theory that as the graze on the greenish algal film growing on the wall, or the wall itself, presumably the amount of the shell growth would reflect the time that the snails had been living on the wall.

Next came a hard slog up the hill and onto the Ridgeway, it made a change to be in Beech woods after the last two weeks walking on cliff paths. We also noticed that the lack of a strong wind meant that holding a conversation at more that a few yards distance was possible.

The views over Dancersend were lovely and we passed by the fantastic house at The Crong, before heading towards the Cafe in the woods, in Wendover woods. We had some lunch brie panini for me and marmite on toast for Helen, the we headed down for a coffee at Hillside.

On the path just above the forestry offices we came across some wild raspberries, we ate a few. We could have picked some but we did not have a container to put them in and to pick enough for a Pavalova would have taken some time as the berries were quite small. Hillside was a welcome stop off for coffee, walnut cake, and the women’s Wimbledon final!

Suitably refreshed we headed home, then we were off out to celebrate Lizzies birthday at Malebon.

Not a good day for jelly fish

Last day in Devon, so we. Decided we liked the coast over at Woolacoombe so much we would walk from the south end of Woolacombe Sands over to Croyde Bay and back round baggy point. We parked up at the car park at Putsborough Sands (£6 for the day) then walked in land over to Croyde Bay. Helen took a comfort break while I waited I was chatted up, turns out she was only after my money for the RNLI.

On the way out of the bay towards Baggy Point we stopped for coffee at the NT tea room, I had a coffee cake and Helen beans on toast as brunch. It started to rain on the way out to the point but it did not put off the kids being guided round the rocks in life jackets and wetsuits. After a while I had to put the poncho on. The path is fairly flat so we will mark this down on the list for the September week.

Back at the south end of Woolacombe beach I had my sandwiches (Helen did not need any), in the car. We went down onto the beach to have a look at the rock pools, we had a look along the tide line, I came across a plastic tube with a purple balloon on the end on the balloon was printed Modem Radiosondes I’ll see if I can find out where it is from. There were also a lot of Jelly fish washed up.

On the way back we wanted to drive down the toll road and get a video of it, some how we missed the turning, but we did find another interesting road which will appear on youtube, watch the space. We got back to the hut and had a quick tidy round and pack before heading down town to the Vanilla Pod restaurant, which enjoyed earlier in thge week.

Short and sharp like Helen

We fancied seeing a large beach, and Woolacombe sands is the closest. We paid our £1 to go along the toll road through Valley of Rocks and the Lee Abbey estate, the road gets very narrow in places. The plan was to park at Mortehoe (£2.60 all day) then go north an loop back round the headland to get a look at the sands. It took about a mile to get out of the village, via a campsite toilet block and swimming pool complex, but we were soon out in the open country with Devon cows and the likes. Our plans changed a bit on the way out and we decided to go as far as Lee Bay.

The descent into the bay was steep and through a wood called Wrinkle Wood, but the effort was rewarded by the views at the bay and the laughs we had at the woman in the car park crouching behind her car only 30 meters from the public conveniences. After a quick coffee we headed up hill (always comes after a down hill) towards Damage Hue cliff. The path was one up hill after a downhill over and over again, Helen said she liked the hills to be “short and sharp”.
We passed a couple of stunning coves and stopped for lunch after a big climb out of a valley, where there was a seat looking back along the coast, as lunchtime views go they don’t get any better. In the valley below we caught site of a few Stonechat.

Helen has decided that when technology makes it possible we will install on one wall of our living room a device that allows you to have a view of your choice, even streamed from remote locations. Remember folks you heard it here first. We got to a sign that said Morte Point was 1.5 miles which would have meant another 3 miles back to the car so we took the direct route back to Mortehoe.

We then drove on to Woolacombe and had to spend £6 to park the car, just to have a coffee, look at the shops and the lovely beach! We decided to eat in veggie burgers in a bun, then get an earlyish start for our last day, we think we will go back to Mortehoe and do the bits we missed!

No flies on Helen, but plenty on me.

Final today we are doing a local walk along the coast westwards, slightly in land then return via the valley of rocks to say hello to the famous Lynton feral goats. The walk out was quite hard lots of up hill, just to drop back down. We got good views of Lee Abbey and Castle Rock.

There seemed to be lots of flies about, and they all liked hanging out around me, Helen was not bothered by them at all. Helen had a theory that it was because of the witch hazel she had on, I decided it was because I did not have a shower this morning!

You are reminded at every gate and style that you are on abbey land as there is often a short religious, saying attached to the wood work. Birds were very scarce to start with but later we came across lots of Goldcrest, and even a Peregrine Falcon. We also passed a working party trying in vein to win the battle with the Rohdedendrons. One friendly lady, from Cambridge, explained that they worked in the morning and had the afternoons off, my guess is that it some how subsidised the accommodation.

We had lunch down at Lee Bay where there is some shelter from the wind and odd shower that had started to become more frequent. Then we walked back up to Tea Cottage (run by the abbey) for some cake. Very nice tea shop with fair trade shop attached. I had apple cake with pixie dust, served by Pixie in person, and Helen had lemon drizzle cake and ewxcellent hot chocolate, which we then needed to walk off.

We walked past the abbey, and on to Castle Rock, where the feral goats are. The climb to the top was fairly easy, the top was a bit disappointing because it seems that the goats must sleep there at night out of the wind and rain, but they don’t move when they need to poo, so there was goat poo everywhere.

We sat for a while between Castle and Rugged Jack and could see what we took to be Guilemots flying from the cliffs and swimming in the sea. We chose to walk back to Lynton over the hill and despite the hard slog to the top it proved well worth the effort, we stopped to have a look at some duck like birds, that turned out to be swimming Gannets, and spotted two Dolphins/Porpoise both with a calf swimming close by.

We were back in Lynton by 1700 we had been out for 6.5 hours and walked over 10 miles, but with all the walking we have done recently we felt we could have walked further. We rounded the day off with fish and chips for tea and an episode of the apprentice.

All dressed up and no place to go.

We were all ready to walk to the valley of rocks, but just as we were about to leave the rain started. It looked set in, so we decided we should take the car instead. We headed towards Porlock and through Minehead which despite our expectations we though looked realy worth a look round. Our aim was to have a look at the medieval village of Dunster with its casatle at the top of the hill. We paked outside the village (£1.50 for 2 hours). Found another homing pigeon ring near the church, this time with a live pigeon attached, number GB 08 C 30083.

The sun was out by the time we got back to the car, so we thought a walk was on the cards. We parked at the long term car park in Porlock, (£2.50 for 4 hours, turns out you can park at the village hall for 20p). We put on our boots and headed towards Porlock Weir, the path was in an ancient oak wood, but after Porlock Ford Helen hit her “trough of disillusionment” when we lost the path signs and were heading up hill. I had read the map and knew we were heading in the right direction, and we were soon at the famous Weir.

A sandwich stop was in order which took Helen to “the age of enlightenment“ and everything was right with the world, particularly when I found an aquarium to look round. (Ed. “Bloody cheek”) The plan was to walk back across the stony beach along thje coastal path and then strike inland halfwauy across the bay. Unfortunately we were thwarted by the breach in the beach, well that is what the signs said anyway.

The sign said we had to go another way, but that was not going to stop us going along our planned route, a slight detour and a small trespass and we were back on route. By the time we had got back to the town we had walked about 6 miles, and needed some retail therapy. Helen purchased some cheese and crackers.

On the way home we chose the toll road run by the Porlock estate based in Bath. The road is very twisty and the views are fantastic (£2.50 for a very quiet road reminds Helen of the French autoroutes). Back at the hut I downloaded the days photos and then Freshened up before hitting the town. We arrived at the Vanilla Pod restaurant at about 1845 and were the first customers. The food was very good, we shared a mezze, I then had the fish stew and Helen the leek and butternut squash. I would recommend it to anyone in the the area.

Somerset and back

A sunny day was too good to miss with the expected rain on it’s way. We walked up to the town hall and called for a cab. Carol’s Cabs turned up and took up to County Gate, which is just over the Somerset border. We soon lost the coastal path and had to take a shortcut across a field of cows and calves. A very long descent followed but stopped short of the sea, then we gradually rose back up to about 300m, when we decided lunch was in order.

We saw some new holiday birds including GS Woodpecker, Wheatear, Peregrine, and confirmed later a Winchat. After lunch we descending along some precipitous paths, towards Lynmouth, made even worse by the strong wind. We got the funicular up the hill and went out to a pub for something to eat, were a Dutch party of MG owners had descended.