Monday 30 August 2010

30 August 2010 – Walk: Newton Poppleford to Exmouth (11.6 Miles)

Synopsis: A hot and sunny late summer day. Easy walking along the course of the River Otter to reach Budleigh Salterton for lunch. Then over the cliffs to Exmouth. Bank Holiday busy.

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As I didn’t catch my bus out for this walk until 10:40 am, it was probably the busiest bus I’ve ever travelled on when going out on a walk. Normally my bus walks start much earlier than this. Of course, being a Bank Holiday Monday also meant that it was going to be busier than usual. It was only a 30 minute bus journey to Newton Poppleford from where my walk would begin.

I started out a little above the main path and used a permissive path to drop down onto it. The path is very level being as it follows the course of the River Otter. This is a popular path, and as usual there were numerous other walkers out on it today.

Newton Poppleford to Exmouth 004 Following course of the River Otter. Himalayan Balsam.

One of the most startling changes that I noted over previous years was the extent to which an evasive plant, Himalayan Balsam, had now colonised the river banks. This is really quite alarming, as it is such an evasive plant it chokes out all other indigenous plants, and even makes it difficult to see the river in places as it is so pervasive. I think this is a great shame, and not the only river that I’ve come across where this plant has colonised the river banks. I can only presume that there is nothing that can be done about it, as otherwise this would surely have been tackled. Are all our river courses in this country to become nothing more than beds of Himalayan Balsam?

Newton Poppleford to Exmouth 027 Budleigh Salterton


On arriving in Budleigh Salterton my first objective is to find somewhere to eat my picnic lunch. The sea front is particularly busy as there are numerous stalls where fund raising for various ambulance services was taking place. Bric-a-brac was being sold, games could be played, and burgers could be bought, if you so wished. I found a nice little bench set high and back where I could watch the proceedings and the general mill of people, who were many in number.

Newton Poppleford to Exmouth 040 Littleham Cove - wasted crops

 



I then picked up the coast path which runs up the sea front of Budleigh Salterton, past a golf course and out onto the cliff top. The path snakes around a large campsite where there are hordes of static caravans, which aren’t a pretty sight. I notice that there are numerous fields of wheat which have gone to waste. I’ve seen many such fields this year, something I don’t recall ever seeing in previous years. I was talking with a fellow walker and he too was mystified as to why this should have been allowed to happen. Normally the wheat crop would have been harvested about 5-6 weeks prior to now. The fellow walker said something about farmers being ‘up the swanny’ at the moment, but I didn’t understand quite what he meant by that. A mystery!

Newton Poppleford to Exmouth 049 Exmouth - Orcombe Rocks

 

From Orcombe Point I dropped down onto the beach using the wooden steps that run down the cliff face. I then walked along a stretch of the beach before surmounting the promenade which I walked until I came to a shelter where I could sit out of the sun. I’d had a lot of sun on this walk and was in need of some shelter from it, somewhere I could take a drink and a light snack before hunting out a bus to take me home.

 



For an impromptu walk this was really nice. As the weather forecast was good I felt it important to make the most of such a lovely late summer’s day. A very wise choice, as the day was perfect.

Walk Statistics:

Total Distance: 11.6 miles
Moving Time: 4hrs 19min
Stopped Time: 29min
Total Ascent: 327 metres
Maximum Elevation: 129 metres

Buses: 52B & 57

Saturday 28 August 2010

28 August 2010 – Walk: Plymouth, Mount Edgecumbe to Rame Head (9.5 Miles)

Synopsis: Cross the border incursion into Cornwall for a walk from Mount Edgecumbe, through Kingsands and Cawsands, on to Penlee Point and Rame Head. Gardens and coasts.

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A Bank Holiday was upon me and I wanted a coastal walk somewhere different and away from the hordes of visitors. The idea occurred to me to dip into Cornwall. The X38 is a fast ‘express’ service for Plymouth from where a short ferry hop to Mount Edgecumbe would get me into Cornwall. Perfect!

Mount Edgcumbe to Rame Head 002 Plymouth City Centre in early mist - ancient fire engines

Before I could begin the walk proper I needed to traverse about 1.5 miles of Plymouth city centre to get to the ferry landing at Cremyl. This I did easily, even catching a glimpse of a display of old fire engines on route, arriving at the ferry landing by about 9am, excellent timing to catch the 9:15 ferry to Mount Edgcumbe. There was time for me to read a rather interesting notice board about the Cremyl Ferry. Apparently there has been a ferry operating from here since the 14th century. Back then it was a row boat with lighters for horse and carts. That must have been hard work.

Mount Edgcumbe to Rame Head 009 Landing stage of the Cremyl Ferry

 

On the ferry I got talking to a fellow passenger. He told me he was doing a walk that he’d write up for Cornwall Life magazine. He told me he lived in Bovey Tracey, where upon I asked why he wasn’t writing for Devon Life, to which he replied he wrote for both. That seemed to me to be not a bad way to earn some money. I made a mental note to look out for this gentleman’s writings.

Mount Edgcumbe to Rame Head 055 Mount Edgcumbe Historic Gardens - French Garden

 

 


On arriving at the ferry landing at Mount Edgecumbe I spent a little time exploring the ‘historic’ gardens which were open and are free. I saw the information notice board made special mention of the fact that these are in ‘Cornwall’, should there be any doubt. It was lovely to have the gardens to myself, and they looked gorgeous in the early morning sun. It was worth getting up at 5:30am after all.

Mount Edgcumbe to Rame Head 048 Mount Edgcumbe Historic Gardens - Italian Garden and Orangery

 

 

There is a large Orangery in the garden which I believe serves as a tea room. This would be a relaxing place to get refreshment, looking as it does across the formal gardens of Mount Edgecumbe, but I’ve no time for that today.

Mount Edgcumbe to Rame Head 081 The beach

 

 



After leaving the gardens I next came across a little beach that looked idyllic in the crisp morning air. From here there are fine views across Plymouth Sound to Drakes Island. There is a reef here that stretches out towards Drakes Island that is known as The Bridge, and this is apparently clearly visible at low tide. The deep water channel is to the east of Drakes Island.

Mount Edgcumbe to Rame Head 087 Duck pond

 

Just behind this beach is a lovely little duck pond, which, if I were a duck, I’d be most pleased with. And there is a little temple here with a plaque containing the words of a poem by Milton.

 

Mount Edgcumbe to Rame Head 100 Mount Edgcumbe Folly

 

 

 

A little further on I could see a folly set back on the hill that I’d read about. There are fine views to be had from here, so I made the effort and took a little detour up to the folly. It’s a superbly romantic ruin and I refute anyone who says folly are useless. It just takes a little imagination to appreciate them.

Mount Edgcumbe to Rame Head 104 'Picklecombe Seat' - 18th centurey conceit

 

The path soon took me into woods where it twists and turns here and there. In this wood there is a rather strange looking seating arrangement at a lookout point, known as the Picklecombe Seat. The stonework for this late 18th century conceit came from a church in Stonehouse, Plymouth. I suppose this is what people with money did in the past, and why not? Today I suppose it would be spent on garden decking and water features.

Mount Edgcumbe to Rame Head 114 First sighting of Kingsands and Cawsands

 

 

Coming out of the trees I catch my first glimpse of Kingsand and Cawsand across a long sweep of grass along which some benches have been strategically placed, ideal for my early morning rest stop.


 

Mount Edgcumbe to Rame Head 126 Kingsands

 

 

I first reach Kingsands, which is wonderfully idyllic, and hard to believe that I was only a metaphorical stones throw away from Plymouth. The narrow streets and picturesque cottages immediately transported me back to another time. The streets run down to a narrow quay and beach, which is quite busy on this Bank Holiday Saturday. It looked as if it was changeover time for the holiday lets along the water front.

Mount Edgcumbe to Rame Head 139 Cawsands - across the border

 

Apparently at one time Kingsand was in Devon and Cawsand was in Cornwall, which at the time was a cause for much rivalry between the two villages. I came across a cottage named Border Cottage, presumably at the point of previous delineation. Today the two villages blend into each other making it difficult to judge where one ends and the other starts. There is a seasonal ferry boat service between Cawsands and Plymouth Barbican, which would be the quick and easy way to get here from Plymouth.

 

 

Mount Edgcumbe to Rame Head 150 Penlee Point

 

 

After Cawsands I picked up the coast path again, taking me into trees once again, and climbing steadily towards Penlee Point. It’s only when I reached the point am I free of the trees and suddenly the view opened up before me. Looking one way I could see right across Plymouth Sound to Plymouth, and looking in the other direction I could see as far as Rame Head, my next destination on route. I could even make out the miniscule little chapel building on Rame Head.

Mount Edgcumbe to Rame Head 155 View of Rame Head on the approach

 

Rame Head I estimated as being about two miles away, and felt that I could make that my lunch stop, so I stretched out on what was really easy walking and made really good time. The views all along this stretch of path are fantastic. I believe there is a car park nearby with a linking path to the coast path which must make an ideal stroll for anyone living nearby.

 

Mount Edgcumbe to Rame Head 162 The tiny chapel on Rame Head

 

 

At Rame Head I found a bench and made that my lunch stop. The sun was strong but there was a stiff wind blowing, as one might expect on such an exposed promontory. There was something I could see up at the little chapel, and yet I couldn’t quite make it out. Was it a large dog? Eventually I came to realise it was a small foal, and mother pony was grazing close by.

Mount Edgcumbe to Rame Head 172 The tiny chapel on Rame Head

 


After my lunch I took some time out to walk out to the tip of Rame Head to take a closer look at the small chapel. Apparently it has been here for more than six hundred years; it’s a fantastic, if rather exposed, location at which to site what was presumably a place of worship. Perhaps such a location helped inspire the necessary awe on the part of parishioners. I was suitably impressed.


 

Now here’s someone you didn’t expect to pop up in my blog, did you? Yes, it’s Cate Blanchett playing the part of Elizabeth I as she starred (Oscar nominated) in the film Elizabeth: The Golden Age.

So, what’s the relevance here? Well, I came to discover, finally watching the film, that the tiny chapel on Rame Head makes, if not quite a star turn, a cameo appearance in this film. Not as out of place as one might think, since this would be the very coast line that would have caught sight of the invading Spanish Armada. It’s an entertaining film and one that I’d recommend, especially after a walk to Rame Head.

 

Mount Edgcumbe to Rame Head 178 Whitsand Bay

 

 

 


Once again I set out at quite a pace along the coast path. I had about 2.5 miles still to walk, and although I believed some of it to be steep climbs, I felt that there was a chance I could make the 14:34 bus, which would be convenient if I could. The views out along Whitsand Bay were glorious as I made my way.


There is a peculiar shanty town (described in my guide book as huts, shacks and chalets) dotted all along the cliffs of Whitsand Bay. I’d come across these little rough-and-ready dwellings when I was walking the South West Coast Path. I think they may have first started to come about in the 20s and 30s, when to have a wild out-of-the way place like this would have been perceived as very romantically bohemian. I have to confess the thought is very appealing. Goodness knows what it is like to be here when the weather is rough; I would imagine you really know all about it. There’s a beautifully situated ‘The View’ cafe up on the road, which probably makes for a delightful place to take in just that. I must check it out some time.

Mount Edgcumbe to Rame Head 191 Helicopter rescue from Freathy Cliff

I arrived at my bus stop, at the end of Donkey Lane (lovely!), about five minutes before the bus was due, so I caught my intended bus. As I was being conveyed back to Plymouth we had a good view of a helicopter seemingly rescuing someone from a fall on Freathy Cliffs (story: This is Devon). The bus route goes via Torpoint so, for the first time, I get to travel across the River Tamar ferry on a bus. It was an hour’s journey back to Plymouth, so I was glad I’d made the early bus.

 

 


This was a thoroughly enjoyable day. My ideas for it had been hastily scrambled together the previous night, but the trip was none the worse for that. There was a lot of variety on this walk, which is always appealing, plus Cornwall always does feel like a different place to Devon, which was refreshing to experience. The sun shone and it was warm, the skies however were often foreboding which heightened the drama of the photos that I took.

Walk Statistics:

Total Distance: 12.4 miles (Main walk, Mount Edgcumbe to Rame Head: 9.5 miles)
Moving Time: 4hrs 39min
Stopped Time: 1hr 59min
Total Ascent: 638 metres
Maximum Elevation: 114 metres

Buses: X38 & 81C, plus ferry Cremyl to Mount Edgecumbe

Additional costs (to £6.50 Stagecoach Explorer):
*  Ferry Cremyl to Mount Edgcumbe : £1.20
*  Bus 81C (First) Whitsand Bay to Plymouth City Centre: £3.40

Wednesday 11 August 2010

11 August 2010 – Walk: Berry Pomeroy to Dartmouth (7.2 Miles)

Synopsis: A split walk, and really less of a walk than a visit to two castles, those of Berry Pomeroy and Dartmouth. Chance to make the most of my new membership of English Heritage.

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My planning for a ‘walk’ can often be quite last minute, but this was truly so. It was the night before, shortly after going to bed, that the thought occurred to me, it should be possible to visit both Berry Pomeroy and Dartmouth Castles in one day using the buses. A quick dash downstairs to check if I was right was all the planning that took place for this walk. As Berry Pomeroy opens at 10am and it would not take me long to reach it, I was even permitted the luxury of a relatively late start; well, wake up time of 6:40 at least.

As my first drop-down bus stop was classified ‘hail and ride’, I had to be quite precise as to its location, as there would be no visible clues to its position. I programmed my GPS with the bus stop’s precise grid reference and on the day the bus duly dropped me right at the entrance to the lane I was to walk down, it being a mere 1.4 miles to Berry Pomeroy Castle. My guess is not many people arrive this way, but it worked out really well for me.

Berry Pomeroy to Dartmouth 006 The lake below Berry Pomerory Castle, fed by Gatcombe Brook

I think my previous walks around Berry Pomeroy Castle must have been at a different time of year, as this time I could hardly make out the castle amongst the trees when viewed from the lake in the valley, fed by Gatcombe Brook. The castle, glimpsed through the trees, holds such a commanding position on the steep sides of this forested hill. It was the obvious site to build a romantic ruin, except of course, that was not quite the intention of the original owners, the Pomeroys. They did however choose their location well from a defensive perspective. Apparently there was much feuding in Devon at the time, so that would have been high in their considerations when building the castle at this location.

 

 

Berry Pomeroy to Dartmouth 008 Berry Pomeroy Castle - gatehouse

 


I climbed a path from the lane up towards the castle beginning to make it out through the trees as I approached. There’s a little hut which serves as the English Heritage ticket office. I presented my EH membership card for its first outing. I was asked if I wanted a guide book or audio tour, but declined, saying I was happy to wander. The woman behind the counter said, “This is the perfect castle just to wander”, which I thought was a nice thing to say.

Berry Pomeroy to Dartmouth 021 Berry Pomeroy Castle - north wing

 


The castle has a sort of double history. It was once a medieval fortress the curtain wall of which still exists in part. At that time there would have been a small number of low level dwellings within the wall. These dwellings, along with part of the wall, were torn down to build the most grand Elizabethan mansion possible. It even includes a portico supporting a first floor terrace. Because the main north wing of the house had large bay windows put into it, and these obviously don’t survive, today there are vast gaping pillars of stone quite unlike any other ruin I’ve ever visited. These windows were put in to allow full advantage of the views to the surrounding Devon hills. One minor criticism I’d level at EH and that is they might do something about the trees close to the castle that block the view, the very same trees that prevent the castle being viewed from the lake, as I mentioned earlier. I’ll leave you to read the brief history of the castle from the English Heritage web site should you wish to know more, or try good old faithful font of all knowledge Wikipedia. The Berry Pomeroy Castle guide book from English Heritage is actually well worth the money.

Berry Pomeroy to Dartmouth 013 Berry Pomeroy Castle - scale model

At the end of my ‘wanderings’ around Berry Pomeroy Castle I reflected on what the lady selling tickets had said, which now struck me as a wonderfully fitting way to put it. This was obviously once a grand mansion that could hold its own with the best of them, but now a little imagination is required to conjure up the life that must have once gone on at this castle. I have to say the EH notice boards and the sketched recreations of life at Berry Pomeroy Castle were most useful in helping me visualize the grand life of the onetime inhabitants. Could there be a finer ruined castle than Berry Pomeroy?

 

Berry Pomeroy to Dartmouth 025 A path through the woods that surround Berry Pomeroy Castle

After my visit to Berry Pomeroy Castle I picked up a path out the back of the small car park. This path took me through the woods up to a crossroads from which I followed a lane to my bus pick up point, another ‘hail and ride’ stop, so once again I needed to be precise about its location, as there was nothing visible to indicate its presence.

* Addendum: On a subsequent visit to the castle I attempted to walk the same route as mentioned here but was barred by a sign on the gate which reads, ‘No public footpath – please do not access’. My advice would be to walk up the castle drive and then follow the lane left to join my route at the road junction.

The bus deposited me in Dartmouth by around 1pm, which of course was an ideal time for lunch. I sought out a bench overlooking the river where I could watch all the comings and goings of the people messing about on the river and duly tucked into my lunch.

Berry Pomeroy to Dartmouth 026 Dartmouth - Royal Avenue Gardens

After lunch I briefly walked around what I think are called Royal Avenue Gardens, but whatever they’re called, they are delightful and and it’s always pleasing to wile away some time in them. I ambled about taking a few photos before setting off for my second castle of the day, Dartmouth Castle.

Dartmouth Castle is situated a little way out of Dartmouth at the mouth of the River Dart, for obvious logistical reasons. If you’re intending to bar the entry of marauding enemy ships, that’s the place to build your castle.

 


 

Berry Pomeroy to Dartmouth 041 Dartmouth Castle

 


Because Dartmouth Castle has been used for such a long period of time, beginning from 1388, it can be a little difficult to fathom the age of the various parts of the castle. The castle was apparently considered of strategic importance right up to the Second World War. At one time it could operate a chain that spanned the river, raising this on a winch, then small boats were used to keep it afloat. Any ships attempting to enter the harbour would be held on this chain and the guns from the castle could then be used to easily pick them off.

Berry Pomeroy to Dartmouth 050 Dartmouth Castle

It was interesting to see the gun emplacements as they are so reminiscent of the Old Battery that we saw at The Needles only a week ago. In fact the Victorian additions to the battery took place under Lord Palmerston, who was strengthening all such sea defences for fear of a French invasion, including the defences at The Needles and Dartmouth. On occasion these efforts have been referred to as Palmerston’s Follies, as it is said they were never used in earnest. Perhaps we should read it that they performed their purpose, in that they were adequate deterrent against attack to keep the enemy at bay. My favourite fact about Lord Palmerston has to be that on his deathbed he is credited with saying: "Die, my dear doctor? That's the last thing I shall do!"

Berry Pomeroy to Dartmouth 060 Dartmouth Castle - St Petrox's Church - pirate Mary?

 

 

I wandered around the nearby church of St Petrox’s. It amused me to come across what appears to be the burial place of a pirate’s wife, Mary Hodges. I say that, as there appears to be a skull and crossbones image on her tombstone of 1692. That, at least, was what flitted through my mind, being so close to an important naval town. Of course, this is not a Jolly Roger emblem, but a symbol of death, or a memento mori.

 

It was an enjoyable day out, and none too taxing physically. The castles were extremely interesting places to visit, and I was glad this impromptu day had been so successful.

Walk Statistics:

Total Distance: 3.4 miles
Moving Time: 1hr 16min
Stopped Time: 22min
Total Ascent: 175 metres
Maximum Elevation: 148 metres

Total Distance: 3.8 miles
Moving Time: 1hr 28min
Stopped Time: 1hr 59min
Total Ascent: 429 metres
Maximum Elevation: 37 metres

Buses: X64 & 111