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the coastal path

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

We're supposed to be catching the tail end of hurricane Nadia, the weather's certainly changed and not for the better so maybe it's right!

Sunday was dry with some sunny periods and a very strong wind which sometimes became filled with blustery raindrops, the sort of rain which drives itself into your face and stings...still we decided to head for the's idea but one I was happy to go along with.
I'm not a girly girl, never have been. I don't mind muck and mud or getting wet in fact, I enjoy it!
The idea was to walk part of the coastal path between two villages.

The east coast of England is notorious for erosion with paths, roads, caravans, houses and even whole villages falling prey to the rough North Sea. They used to reckon on losing thirty metres a year but that's increased now, it's so unpredictable! Some places which are now in danger were once miles from the sea.
The weird weather of very dry, then very wet this year hasn't helped any and big tracts of land will suddenly slide down and disappear over the cliff edge.
Since we were last there part of the road and path had disappeared down onto the beach to be replaced by a wooden fence with danger signs, concrete road blocks and big red stop signs.

Some of that new fencing had already disappeared in places and the beach was strewn with soil and the remains of a bungalow that had half slid over the edge, large lumps of masonry clinging to the cliff face, the rest of it teetering at a lopsided angle, it's bright blue but tattered curtains flapping in the wind with cupboards and windows, bent out of shape, threatening to fall with every gust of wind.
It must be so heartbreaking for the owners to see.

Golden dry grasses, bright yellow ragwort and pretty white camomile grew in abundance across the edge of the cliff all blowing and dancing in the strong wind.
A couple and their dogs braved the elements to walk along the beach though I suspect it might have been more sheltered down below the cliff than it was on it. They stayed well down towards the sea and away from the heavy cliff sides.

The walk was, well! shall we say...bracing!
Very bracing!
It was what my dad always called a 'lazy' wind, too lazy to go around you so it came straight through!

The sea looked magnificent with it's churning white horses galloping up onto the beach, pausing a moment, and dashing back out again.
The foam was a frothy white plus varied shades of brown with churned up sand and seabirds seemed to hang on the wind as they tried to make headway through the strong breeze, their haunting scrieing filled the air, all at once seeming close by, then far away as the wind buffeted their cries around our heads and away out to sea.

The path was easy to follow when it was there but if it seemed too near to the cliff edge we fell back walking through the thick lush green grass and wild flowers of what used to be a farmers field though in reality it was now reduced to less than half a field in size.

Our return journey was through the fields, thick with flowers and grass, around the little medieaval church, passing through the caravan camp and back to where we parked the car. We thought the wind might be behind us on the way back but it was blowing every which way so there was no respite.

Once in the car the warmth hit us, so much so my glasses steamed up!
The silence was golden as the wind seemed to drop away. It still spattered the windows with rain and caught the car making it jostle but it was good to be back inside.
Our faces tingled with a warm glow and we rubbed cold hands together before wrapping them around a mug of drinking chocolate, piping hot and steaming as we poured it from the has never tasted so good as when you drink it like this, trying not to burn your lips yet wanting the hot liquid so much...I can almost taste it now...yummy!

It was a good and very enjoyable walk. Not too long as I'm still building my lengths up but so nice to be out in the fresh air.
Some of the pictures won't load here, it says the file's too big, as usual, but here are a few it deigned to load.

view down the beach

coastal erosion: large rocks are placed along the shore in an effort to reduce the wave power

danger sign, ragwort, grasses and camomile

grasses and flowers on the cliff edge with a breakwater in the distance

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