I can scarcely believe that six months have passed since the last outing on this path, but it felt really good to have another opportunity courtesy of attending a conference in
March is a strange month for walking. The air temperature often suggests that the winter months are finally behind us and yet few of the bushes and trees have any ‘clothing’. Daffodils aside, there are also few wildflowers about meaning that the landscape still has a bare feel to it despite the obvious rise in temperature. So it was today. For the first time this year, I clearly didn’t need a winter coat on, which is always a relief.
I didn’t linger in Abbotsbury this time, feeling that I had done the place some justice on my last trip. I headed down towards the Swannery, stopping briefly to have a look at St Nicholas Church (where a service was going on, precluding a look inside) and the remains of the old monastery that was one of the victims of Henry VIII’s dissolution in the 16th Century. Eventually I reached the Swannery and was slightly relieved it was closed (would have been a tempting diversion).
The path doesn’t meet with the shore of The Fleet for a few miles further, going instead along what I took to be the former coastline a mile or so inland. The reason for this is apparently to provide the birdlife that rely on The Fleet with a bit of peace and quiet. It does make for a welcome diversion nonetheless, and the height actually allows for a good overview of the day’s walking, with the Isle of Portland brooding on the horizon as a distant goal. Once up on the ridge, I had distance signs every ¼ of a mile or so reminding me that I was getting ever so slightly closer to the significant waypoint of Ferrybridge, about two miles before the end of my day’s walking. It seemed a bit overkill at first, but of course the first time one didn’t appear I continued heading straight along the ridge when I should have left it for lower ground. Typical! I passed a strange trig point, hidden behind a hedge and not the usual focal point of the hill. If you pass this on your travels, know that you have gone too far! I managed to put myself right by taking a different path and although I cursed a little, in truth it didn’t cause me too much bother and I soon regained the right route.
Unusually for a sunny Sunday, I didn’t encounter too many walkers to begin with but when I finally did reunite with The Fleet I met up with a young family out with their dog. It was quite an interesting dynamic in the family, for one small boy clearly didn’t want to be out even on such a fabulous day and lagged behind considerably. The others didn’t appear to pay too much attention to him, with the result that he cut a rather sad and lonely figure. I was thankful to be past them though, as they were rather too loud for my liking and I certainly wasn’t going to witness too much bird life while they accompanied me!
As I arrived at The Fleet, apart from the family, I was also greeted with the fresh coconutty scent of gorse that I love so much. The shores of The Fleet were covered in the stuff, making for a very colourful view. Once I left the family behind I also had the sound of curlews filling the otherwise silent countryside. Walking alongside The Fleet is a slightly surreal experience; what should be a coastal walk doesn’t feel like it as for the most part you are too far from the open sea to hear the waves as they hit
Due to the poor access to
A little further on and the character of the shoreline walk changed a little to a much more open and grassy area. I was rather alarmed by the signage which suggested that I ought to watch out for galloping horses and it soon became clear that this was because there was a racehorse training track adjacent to the path. There was no activity today though thankfully. Neither were the pillboxes of much concern now, although I did notice that the numbers were increasing as I got closer to the naval
In The Fleet, there were yet more swans, with some of the cygnets-soon-to-become-swans flexing their muscles in the group while others were taking the opportunity to preen while the sun shone. It made for a fascinating few minutes while I took a breather. A little further on I was joined by The Hardy Way, which I have now learned is a large circular walk around the countryside made famous by Thomas Hardy in his 19th century novels. Maybe a future project?
I rounded yet another bay (I’d lost count by this point) and came upon a rather strange looking football pitch. It took me a few minutes to realise that it wasn’t actually a proper pitch (although the very bent crossbar on the goal should have given me a clue), but a kick around park for a local campsite. Anyhow, all was quiet as I passed through. Despite the fabulous weather it was simply too early in the year for casual campers to take a punt on the weather and come over for the weekend.
I rounded Chickerell Hive Point (passing by yet another landing stage well frequented by boats) and entered a ‘danger area’ next door to a firing range. These are rather common along the South West Coast Path and I was relieved to see that it wasn’t in use today, for the detour would have been long and annoying. The military did their best to keep prying eyes out, by having plenty of bramble bushes carefully positioned between the path and the firing range. The path headed around Tidmoor Point where the dog walkers started. I guessed that I was by now coming towards a settlement and I was sort of right in that the ‘settlement’ was an ubiquitous caravan park (although to be fair it was the first of the day).
By now the mileage signs were getting more numerous, but I couldn’t help but think that they were rather mocking me as some of them actually showed a distance that seemed to increase at the next sign a few minutes later! Certainly the last couple of miles to Ferrybridge seemed awfully long! Before reaching my destination though I still had a couple of detours to make, with the most immediate being the large military station that barred further progress along the shore. I was most interested to see what was going on inside, as it seemed to be a training camp for the Royal Engineers and the camp was full of half built bridges that presumably were there to show different building methods. The camp was deserted and yet was still guarded by a somewhat disinterested looking bod in the portakabin that served as the gatehouse. Opposite was yet another pillbox, although this one was almost completely overtaken by vegetation and was crumbling away on one side as a result.
Officially the Coast Path heads down the other perimeter fence to the shore once again, but by now I had had rather enough of the dog legs and took the opportunity to cut off the corner of the field and head down to the wonderfully named Pirate’s Cove. No sign of any pirates, although there was a handily placed pillbox just in case any should head this way. Unusually the path headed straight across the small beach at this point and as I made my way to the other side I was watched suspiciously by a couple of swans to make sure I didn’t encroach on their territory. This was just about the last piece of countryside of the day as About half a mile later and I was negotiating another holiday village before finally arriving at Ferrybridge. Although I had almost assumed this was the end of the day’s walking (having been signposted since Abbotsbury), I did in fact have some distance to go from here to get back to central
At The Ferrybridge Inn I crossed the exceptionally busy road and met with the Rodwell Trail, a walk made somewhat famous by Julia Bradbury in her ‘Railway Walks’ series on BBC TV a few years back. I followed the trail for about half a mile before leaving to head down to
I eventually reached Nothe Point, a headland occupied by yet another fortification albeit of rather newer vintage than
Nonetheless this was a most enjoyable detour, along the harbour sides where I took in the old world feel of the place and smelled the wonderful fish and chips. I realised how hungry I was, having skipped lunch! That was something I soon rectified after reuniting with my car about ten minutes later.
This was a really enjoyable and relaxing section. After the rollercoaster nature of the coast in East Devon and as far as