Caravan diaries 17.2
Now that Z has her new hip and can do level walking at least
as well as I can, I decided a couple of outings were in order. The first was Lydstep Head, which is a fairly
gentle circular mile with great views south and east across to Caldey Island,
west towards Manorbier and the wilder coast beyond and, in the last stretch,
downwards to what’s now called Lydstep Haven.
Once upon a time one went (or was taken, to be exact) to
this uninspiring shingle beach for a sole purpose – to walk, at the lowest
tide, round to the spectacular caves that must, now I think of it, be more or
less underneath where we were walking.
Now it’s been turned into a very expensive caravan site, the entrance to
which has been made to look like private property (which it isn’t of course,
there are no private beaches in this country).
I’ve never driven down to it, but from above it looks horrible. The walk is lovely, though, and the flowering
gorse smelt as coconutty as always.
The other big walk was to Bosherstone. This is an entirely man-made stretch of lakes
created by an obviously mad 18th century aristocrat to grow waterlilies
in, and now owned and curated by the National Trust. (I know they have their faults, but imagine
the country without them!)
The car park at Bosherstone village being full, we drove
round to Broadhaven beach and did the walk from there. This was not so good, as it involved a long
stretch over the beach; walking on soft sand, especially up a hill of it, is
tough on the legs, heart and lungs. But we
made it back to the car, the village and the Govan Arms for lunch. I was pleased to see that the scenic cameos
my friend Graham Hurd-Wood had painted in his youth were still hanging on the
wall.
On our last day, we’d intended to leave first thing, but the
weather was so great that we delayed and instead went to Colbey Woodland
Garden, another local NT property. The garden
is fine – what it says on the label, more or less – but they do need to have a
look at their signage: I won’t bore you with details, let’s just say that if you
have a ‘red’ walk on the map, a few red signposts along the way might help…
I even took pictures of their totally unhelpful signposts, three of them from different directions, all showing the same thing. They rather missed the point of what a signpost is for. But it was lovely to go for proper long walks.
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