Saturday, 9 May 2009

09 May 2009 – Walk: Totnes to Paignton (12 miles)

Synopsis: Totnes to Paignton, via Stoke Gabriel. Familiar territory but lovely country just the same, with plenty to see. Sights include: spring blooms, river views, buckets and spades, and steam traction.

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_003 Totnes_018 Stoke Gabriel_021 Stoke Gabriel_024 Stoke Gabriel_025 Totnes to Paignton_030 Totnes to Paignton(selection of photos from Flickr photo set – use link above to view album)

The disregarded becomes a carpet of colour, that’s the theme of this walk, if it needs a theme. I strive to make a place in our consideration for the the lowly buttercup and wild garlic. There were swathes of both on this walk, and quite a stunning picture they made.

040 ExmoorPreparing to set sail from Totnes

I arrived in Totnes just after 10.00, when the town seemed to be still in the process of waking. I merely hesitated a while on the bridge to admire the river and watch the odd boat sail by before heading out on my walk. As I headed up hill through the suburbs of Totnes I noticed a sign on someone’s shed that reads ‘WD notice – no soldiers to enter here’. Now, since I take that to be War Department, it surely has to be WW II. I presume no one thought to tell the people of Totnes that the war is over.

 

 

 

 

 

On 7th March 2013 the BBC posted some photos of old paddle steamers on their web site under the heading “Keeping Britain’s paddle steamers afloat”. One of the photos was of the Kingswear Castle, built in 1924, and providing a ferry service between Totnes and Dartmouth up until its withdrawal in 1965. Apparently she is the last remaining coal-fired paddle steamer in operation in the UK today. I think that’s quite something, and now she’s returned to Devon. See also paddle steamer at Kingsbridge on Francis Frith.

 

_006 Totnes to PaigntonField of buttercups

Although for the length of this walk the path kept me close to the River Dart which flows through Totnes, the river remained obscured until I reached Stoke Gabriel. It seems a lost opportunity that there are not footpaths, tracks or lanes that get anywhere near the river on this side of it. If it’s a walk with views of the River Dart that a person is wanting, the opposite side of the river is by far the best bet, but then I knew that anyway, and was happy to content myself with country views on this walk.

What glorious buttercups!



As I dropped down through this field to a lane, two families together were coming across the field with blankets and hampers in hand, obviously set for a picnic on the hillside. Now, that is civilized. The children seemed to be so happy just to be out in the country with their parents. Oh, for the simple pleasures of life.

_014 Stoke GabrielStoke Gabriel

Stoke Gabriel has such a fantastic setting on the River Dart. In many ways it seems to me the quintessential Devon village, with it’s quay so fitting for a county with such strong ties with all things water. As I walked by Mill Pond there were children with their parents fishing for crabs from the weir side. There were a lot of visitors and cars near here, so I strolled around to the other bank of Mill Pond where I found a bench on which to eat my lunch and brew up.

 

_034 Totnes to PaigntonView across all of Torbay

 


At this point I’m forced even further from the river, and have set upon a course for Goodrington. On route I passed a superstore, Sainsbury’s, so I popped in for some fresh bread (all part of the grand plan!). I then picked up a path that took me up over a hill and then dropped into Torbay. The view I had was right across the bay. There’s a little play park I passed where the boys, being boys, are playing football. It has to be one of the most scenic play parks in the country, but of course the children are not aware of this.

 

_038 GoodringtonGoodrington cliff walk

At Goodrington I took up a perch at a favourite spot of mine, the cliffs that overlook the beach. From here I saw and heard the steam trains shuffling by behind the beach. Once again, an idyllic setting, that could be anytime in the last hundred years. My simple 30-sec video diary burst is shot here.


 


 

 

I then dropped down into Paignton, past the Fawlty Towers look-alike establishments (very nearly with a view of the sea). The sun was out and hordes of people were milling about, and as I walked towards the bus station, a walk done since I was knee-high to an ant, I got the impression that things haven’t changed very much. Still the same amusement arcades, ice cream shops, fish-‘n’-chip cafes and tacky souvenir shops. The only thing that’s different is Woolworths has closed down.


Steam train leaves Paignton Railway Station

 

 

 

The video on the left was filmed from the top floor of a double-decker bus whilst waiting at a level crossing for a steam train to pass down the track.

 

 


Walk Statistics:

Total Distance: 12.0 miles
Moving Time: 4hrs 27min
Stopped Time: 1hr 3min
Total Ascent: 447 metres
Maximum Elevation: 91 metres

Buses: X64, & X46

Wednesday, 6 May 2009

06 May 2009 – Walk: Coleton Fishacre to Paignton (16.6 Miles)

Synopsis: In search of rhododendrons in Devon I go to Coleton Fishacre and am not disappointed. After spending too long in the gardens, I was left with a marathon afternoon walk back to Paignton.

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_034 Coleton Fishacre_041 Coleton Fishacre_053 Coleton Fishacre_060 Coleton Fishacre_121 Coleton Fishacre_183 Scabbacombe Sands(selection of photos from Flickr photo set – use link above to view album)

At the end of this walk, at 8:30pm, I’m sat in a wind shelter on Paignton seafront gazing at the light on the pier, eating fish and chips and watching the sun go down. Not quite what I’d anticipated, but brought on in part by general lack of planning. Also, I spend a lot more time in the gardens of Coleton Fishacre than I’d anticipated, dazzled by the lovely fresh colours in the garden. But anyway, lets start at the beginning.

_005 Coleton Fishacre to PaigntonHedgerow: Mountain Cornflower (Centaurea montana)

I woke with no clear plan for the day, other than I felt I was in need of a walk, and an inkling for seeing some rhododendrons. Ok, I know they’re not to everyone’s taste, but I happen to think that given a good setting they can be quite stunning. I had searched the internet for rhododendrons in Devon but hadn’t turned up much, and was forming the view that Devon just doesn’t do rhododendrons. I did however see some in someone’s photos taken at Coleton Fishacre, and the idea of once again doing a combination trip, part garden visit, part walk came to me. I was a little too late to make this a ‘do it by bus day’, so had to opt for car to get me to Paignton, only using a bus to get me to Coleton Fishacre. I hadn’t time to do any more planning than this, so I had no idea what the mileage would be.

_016 Coleton FishacreColeton Fishacre

 

 

 

The bus stop is at the end of the lane that leads to Coleton Fishacre, and it’s only about 1.5 miles to get there. Unfortunately the lane is narrow and quite busy, so I found myself often pinioned into the hedge as cars squeezed by me. It was sunny when I set out from Exeter, but by now rather thick sea mist had descended on me, casting a doubt in my mind if this was going to be a pleasant trip. As soon as I caught my first sight of the gardens of Coleton Fishacre all by doubts were dispelled, for I could immediately see that loving care had been lavished on the gardens and they were looking tremendous. Although I’ve visited the place on numerous occasions I can’t recall my ever seeing the gardens in spring before, for some odd reason.

_175 Coleton FishacreView from Coleton Fishacre


Part of the work that’s been undertaken on the garden has been to open up the far end down towards the sea, where long sweeping paths have been laid and vistas down to the sea and cliffs have been opened up, realising the amazing potential of these gardens. I came across numerous exotic looking plants, which somehow have survived our long cold winter remarkably well.

 

_181 Scabbacombe SandsScabbacombe Beach

 

 


As I pass Scabbacombe Beach, I’m reminded of the family walk we did a few years back. This is the point at which we picked up the coast path, our intended walk being to Kingswear. We stopped here briefly and the more intrepid amongst us took a dip in the sea. That was a nice day, apart from the ‘slight slopes’ that I heard so many complaints about. Hey! that’s what makes it fun!


I notice that time and money has been spent on the sea water bathing pool at Shoalstone Point near Brixham. I was a little surprised by this, as I had thought that there was little demand for this sort of facility these days. Painted on the walls was a notice that the pool would reopen on 23rd May. There were some boys jumping off the harbour wall into the water at Brixham, but they looked rather cold to me, and I wasn’t tempted to join them. For a while, sat on a bench on the harbour side, eating some nuts, I think to myself I should have bought a ‘Bay’ bus ticket, as then I could jump on a bus and ride back to my car, but that would be cheating. By now it was just after 18:00, the sea was calm, the air cool, and I had another 4.5 miles to walk, so off I set from Brixham.

As I approached Broadsands there’s a small cove name Elberry Cove, off of which I catch sight of a seal, basking close to the shore. In fact I hear him before I catch sight of him (or her), as ‘it’ was making mild snorting sounds in the water. With seals, I’m never sure who is watching who, as I always get the impression they’re sneaking a view at us at least as much as we are at them. Perhaps for them it’s ‘seal zoo’.

The beach huts that line the promenade at Broadsands seem so British. I’m reminded of the rows upon rows of them that once adorned the beach at Dawlish Warren, all long gone now. They were like a mini-encampment, a sort of refugee centre for the bucket-and-spade brigade (and after all, that’s just about all of us). Well, one has to have a place where one can brew up, doesn’t one? I also remember us playing dare devil, jumping off the steps of the wooden bridges over the dunes, each turn going one step higher. Of course the real dare was to run along the top and clear the whole flight. It took a bit of nerve, but it could be done, as I live to bare witness to this feat of bravura. But why is it that no one is ever impressed? It’s one of the reasons I’ve never felt the need to buy a fast car, the other of course being money. I haven’t been able to trace any photos of how the beach huts looked back in our youth, but I did come across this lovely photo of just how strong tea sales in Dawlish Warren were back then.

I found the walk tough going, but coastal path walking I well know can be hard, but at the same time quite enjoyable, in a masochistic kind of a way. It wasn’t such a great surprise to find that my total ascent was as high as it was (see below), a climb greater than the highest peak in England, but what a shame I was 19 metres short of 1,000. Still, my walking isn’t about clocking time or distance, but about being out and about in this wonderful landscape of ours. I must have shot a good many photos on this trip, as I exhausted both my batteries and had to squeeze the last few shots out of my camera without the aid of LCD panel.

The question I find I ask myself after a walk like this is, ‘Would I choose to do the South West Coast Path again?’ My only answer to which is, ‘I would certainly find it tougher than when I did it, it having been hard enough back then, and after all, maybe once is enough!’

Walk Statistics:

Total Distance: 16.6 miles
Moving Time: 6hrs 54min
Stopped Time: 2hrs 07min
Total Ascent: 981 metres
Maximum Elevation: 159 metres

Buses: 120 (Paignton to Coleton Fishacre)

Saturday, 2 May 2009

02 May 2009 – Walk: Doccombe to Bovey Tracey (16 Miles)

Synopsis:  Return visit to the bluebell woods walked on 18th April, but this time the bluebells were in bloom. Walk started from Doccombe, walking to Bovey Tracey via Hennock.

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_012 Blackingstone Rock_013 Blackingstone Rock_053 Doccombe to Bovey Tracey_075 Doccombe to Bovey Tracey_085 Doccombe to Bovey Tracey_134 Doccombe to Bovey Tracey(selection of photos from Flickr photo set – use link above to view album)

This always looked to be a long walk, but I knew the buses from Bovey Tracey run late into the evening, so there was little problem with tackling this fairly ambitious walk. The main objective, as mentioned above, derives from my walk of 18th April on which I came across bluebell woods, but found only a few of the bluebells in bloom. It did whet my appetite, and I determined then that I should revisit this area. I was counting on the warm spell of the last couple of weeks having brought on the bluebells. The real challenge was always going to be whether or not I am able to capture any good photo shots of bluebells as I don’t find them easy to photograph, as it’s very difficult to get any depth or perspective, and flat photos are not appealing.

_002 DoccombeDoccombe village, start of my walk

To begin the day I caught the 8:45 bus from the bus station to Moretonhampstead, alighting at Doccombe. This is a small village on what is usually quite a busy road, but at 9:25 when I arrive there it’s very quiet and the stroll back along the road doesn’t prove too unnerving. I’m soon on a path heading up into trees leaving all semblance of man and machine far behind. It’s a quiet remote area with not a sole to be seen as I picked my way across country in the direction of Blackingstone Rock.

_010 Blackingstone RockBlackingstone Rock

 



Although Blackingstone Rock is quite formidable in size, I didn’t see it till I was right on it. This is mostly due to it being surrounded by trees. I climbed the hill to the base of the rock, and then discover there are steps to the top, which was to be my goal. The steps are very steep, and I was very glad of the handrail to steady my climb. The top is a relatively flat plateau from where the views in all directions were really splendid.


From Blackingstone Rock, which I skid my way down on slippery grass slopes, I pick up a lane and head off in the direction of the reservoirs that supply Torbay. As I approach Kennick I’m greeted with a “Are you feeling strong?” quip from a family with camper van. I find that they have got their camper bogged down on a track and need help to get it out. The ground is so soft and the motorhome so deep in the mud that our efforts to dig it out are all to no avail. The husband/father mumbles something about he never experienced this problem whilst driving tanks. I guess the handling characteristics of a Volkswagen motorhome are a little different to those of a tank (try persuading the family to go on holiday in a tank! happy). Luckily another family arrives and offer to tow the motorhome out of the mud. This proved the answer to their problems.

_018 Kennick ReservoirKennick Reservoir

I skirt around Kennick Reservoir and head for Tottiford, where I stop on the banks of the water side and have some lunch. A lovely spot to sit in the sun and watch the ducks and coots swimming by. The coots were particularly noisy.

 

 

 

 

 

_077 Doccombe to Bovey TraceyBluebells at Shaptor Woods near Bovey Tracey

After lunch I crossed Tottiford  on a bridge that spans the girth of water midway down its length and then picked up Trenchford Reservoir, which I circled around. My next objective was Shaptor Woods, in search of bluebells. I was not disappointed. The bluebells were out in vast numbers, and they looked lovely in the sun that was streaming through the canopy of trees. I spend quite a lot of time taking photos before I broke for a drink, and then headed off in search of my next bluebell objective, the woods at Great Rock. I still had quite a few miles of walking to do to reach Bovey Tracey and by now the afternoon was well advanced, but I didn’t want to miss seeing this woods.

_125 Doccombe to Bovey TraceyFerns in the woods at Great Rock near Hennock


By the time I get to Great Rock woods the sun was rather low in the sky and the path I walked followed a north-east facing hillside, therefore the light wasn’t good for taking photographs. I took a few photos anyway, finding the ferns were the most photogenic plant around, their architectural quality means that they catch the eye of the camera well. I then proceeded rather hurriedly on my way towards Hennock.

 

_150 HennockHennock

 

 

 

 


I didn’t dawdle in Hennock, as there was a fair chance I could catch the 18:20 bus from Bovey Tracey if I made good time. It was quite easy going from here on in, as it’s mostly down hill and along lanes. I make Hennock in good time, which seemed as sleepy as ever. On leaving Hennock I briefly catch sight of what I think are the clay quarries near Chudleigh Knighton. These form a gash in the countryside of considerable size, but luckily are not visible from most directions.


Waiting for the bus in Bovey Tracey I notice just how busy this place is. People heading to the shops and take-aways, to the cash machine, returning hire videos, looking lost, and generally milling about. I suppose the town serves quite a broad community, and that in part at least could be some explanation for this hive of activity I watched happening all around me. Of course there is a Tesco store as there is everywhere these days.

This was a nice walk, with far more to it than just the bluebells, splendid though these were. There was a lot of colour in the hedgerows and that added to the enjoyment of the walk. I am still unable to identify as many wild flowers as I should be able to after all these years of walking, but I continue to work at it.

Walk Statistics:

Total Distance: 16.0 miles
Moving Time: 5hrs 59min
Stopped Time: 2hrs 12min
Total Ascent: 683 metres
Maximum Elevation: 359 metres

Buses: H1, 359 & 39

Saturday, 18 April 2009

18 April 2009 – Walk: Chudleigh to Bovey Tracey (12 Miles)

Synopsis: Two sides of the triangle, Chudleigh to Trenchford Reservoir in the morning, then on to Bovey Tracey in the afternoon. Going out is mostly up, coming back is mostly down. Preference?

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_002 Chudleigh_008 Chudleigh_022 Hennock Church_036 Chudleigh to Bovey Tracey_075 Chudleigh to Bovey Tracey_096 Bovey Tracey(selection of photos from Flickr photo set – use link above to view album)

It is imperative that you do not attempt this walk! Or rather, this walk should not be done until the bluebells are fully out. It was obvious to me what a great bluebell walk this makes, but I was just a bit too premature. There were some bluebells out, mostly where the sun filtered through the canopy and warmed the ground, but the majority were not in bloom. There are stretches of excellent bluebell woods both on the journey out, and the journey back. I would love to do this walk again when the bluebell season was in full flow.

_007 ChudleighEarly 'free school' for Chudleigh - 1668

This was another bus walk, so as usual, an early start was required to be at the bus stop to catch the 8:30 bus. It is only a short 30 minute journey to Chudleigh, so I was walking by 9:00. I didn’t spend long in Chudleigh, but I did catch sight of the very early ‘free school’ building. I wonder what classes were like back then?

The tablet on the wall reads: “John Pynsent, of Lincoln's Inn, esquire, born in this parish, hath erected this for a Free School, and endowed it with ttiirty pounds per annum for ever, 1668.



I accidently stroll into this farmyard, having missed a footpath sign, and come across an elderly farmer. We stop and talk a while. He tells me how he thought I might be his son. Wait! Let me rephrase that. He had mistaken me for his son who would be coming around to cut grass from the sheep’s tails. Apparently “grass gets sticky at this time of year” (are we sure it’s the grass that’s sticky?). There are large birds running around the farmyard, birds I don’t recognize, which are apparently guinea fowl. The elderly farmer tells me they sit in the hedge where the fox comes and picks them off. Doesn’t sound too smart to me. There’s a lovely old barn that faces onto the farmyard. Apparently the farmer has had offers for it, from people wishing to convert it into a dwelling. It would be a shame to change its appearance, as it’s so historic looking, so I hope the farmer holds on to it. He tells me he is 76, born in 1934. He was telling me of a farm submerged below Trenchford Reservoir, and was rather insulted when I asked him if he could remember it. He told me he couldn’t, they were stories his father told him. blushing Apparently the horses on this farm were impossible to handle the year before the farm was to be closed, as if they sensed the looming fate due to befall on them.

_014 Teign VillageTeign Village 'main' (only) street

There’s a rather odd looking village named Teign Village I pass through on my climb up towards Hennock. I say odd, because it feels so planned and uniform. I suspect this is mining/quarrying houses. There are a lot of signs of both activities in this area. Within the village there’s even a sports field and a car park, all suggesting urban planning not typical of a Devon village.

 

_015 HennockThe water trough, Hennock, opposite the Palk Arms

 

 

 

I found a bench to sit on by the water trough in Hennock, opposite the Palk Arms. I was very glad of this bench, as it had been a pretty steep haul up to Hennock. Hennock feels strung out along the hillside, probably because that’s how it is. I noticed the Palk Arms advertises its ‘panoramic views’ to all potential customers passing by. I didn’t venture in, but I suspect it is quite able to live up to its claims.



 

_026 Hennock ChurchHennock Church, the rood screen

On my way through Hennock I stop off at the church to look around it. It has these wonderful paintings on its rood screen. I suspect these are very old, possibly medieval. The rood screen is in remarkably good condition for its age. There’s also quite an interesting font, although the date of this wasn’t obvious to me. It did not appear Norman to me, but on checking later I discovered it is classified as late Norman. I notice the vicars of Hennock go back to Benjamin of 1207, although the body of the current church is obviously later than that.

 

_062 Trenchford ReservoirTrenchford Reservoir


There were some lovely forest vistas that open up to me as I approach Trenchford Reservoir. I eat my lunch looking out over Tottiford Reservoir. After lunch I walked on to Trenchford, where, as intended, I did a circuit around the reservoir. By now the sun is trying its best to break through the clouds. Many of the trees are a bright green, as they’re just coming into leaf.


 

 

_077 Chudleigh to Bovey TraceyViews out over Dartmoor


There are some splendid views out towards Dartmoor as I begin my descent towards Bovey Tracey. Then I enter woods near Shaptor Rock, and once again I’m greeted with thousands of bluebells, some of which are in bloom. The sun is out by now, and the day is warming up. I pass by old cottages as I enter Bovey Tracey. I seem to be on the old Moretonhampstead road, which would have been the main road prior to the bypass being built. I’ve passed some big houses as I’ve approached Bovey Tracey. There was obviously some money in this area at one time, I presume from the mining and quarrying industries nearby.

_100 Bovey TraceyBovey Tracey Mill

I have just time to drop down and view the old mill at Bovey Tracey before tracking down the bus stop, as I had only 10 minutes before the 16:00 bus, and I was keen to catch this service. I had arrived home by 17:00. It had been yet another splendid and varied day’s walking, which could only have been bettered if the bluebells had been in bloom, but I wasn’t about to complain, after having had such a lovely day’s walking in the country.

 

 


The bluebell wood sections of this walk are the stretch just north of Hennock near Great Rock and the permissive path through Shaptor Wood.

Walk Statistics:

Total Distance: 12.0 m
Moving Time: 4hrs 40min
Stopped Time: 1hr 37min
Total Ascent: 563 metres
Maximum Elevation: 252 metres

Buses: 39