Still0England – and now Wales/95 – revisiting Orford and Wallasea – 10 miles wandering Essex and Suffolk Islands – Grand total 3,474 miles walking round England and Wales Coastline.



The National Trust Ferry across the River Ore to Orford Ness. I was the only passenger, the skipper was rehearsing his health & safety spiel which included emergency exit advice and, if at any time he was swimming, to try and keep up.


Dear Rosie, Lauren, Stan, Jake, Rowan and Maisie,

The first time I walked round England…c’mon there may be others!…. things did not always pan out as I thought, and two areas have been playing on my conscience that I did not truly follow the coast.

The first miscreant, at Orfordness, was deliberately led astray by following the Suffolk Coast Path. There’s a strong clue in the words used – ‘coast path’. One could be forgiven for thinking one could walk such a path and have one’s foot in the water and the other relatively dry on the sand. But no! From Aldeburgh the path deliberately diverts inland to The Snape trying to avoid the River Alde. This River is a tricky blighter too, meandering along, giving every nonchalant appearance of exiting into the North Sea at Aldeburgh before it abruptly turns 180 degrees back on itself as if scared what it might meet. It then teases the shoreline for several miles refusing to enter the sea until it meets the River Ore and is swallowed up, as is the Butley River doing similar strange about turns until all three rivers slip sideways into Hollesley Bay. All this diversionary flow sliced off a huge chunk of land, mainly shingle, in the form of Ordfordness-Havergate National Nature Reserve owned by the National Trust.

Prior to that,  The Atomic Weapons Research Establishment tested bomb detonation devices and other weapons, while boffins developed over the horizon radar systems and other top secret activities. Visitors were previously forbidden and security was tight. Even now people are warned to keep to strictly marked trails for fear of unexploded ordnance. It is quite eerie, but every so often you come across National Trust Volunteers telling you their experiences, as many worked here when it was active.

The National Trust run a seasonal ferry from Orford across the River Ore.  My previous attempts at capturing Orford Ness were thwarted by arriving out of season. This time I caught the ferry across from Orford to the island and wandered around for several hours following the various trails, visiting displays and talking to volunteers about the history. These are so secret that a  map is issued on arrival and collected on departure, as you are counted on and off the island. Actually that is not so much secretive as parsimonious.  But I do have my photos……


The landscape is bleak with several old structures betraying its recent former history as a weapons testing establishment. The lighthouse is redundant and under separate ownership from the National trust.



The tracks through the various redundant buildings were carefully signposted, and I didn’t like it whenever I hadn’t seen a trail marker for a while, particularly on the shingle beach, every stray object had the potential energy of an unexploded bomb!


Finally preparing to leave the island, I saw other forms of ferry – a landing craft adapted for bringing vehicles and heavy loads over from Orford, and the ramp to facilitate this, looking back towards Orford across the River Ore, or is it the River Alde?


So, now having at last, visited Orfordness, I can relax about the security and feel I have done my best to keep to the coastline by keeping to The Suffolk Coast Path which eventually regains the real coast at Hollesley. Most of Orfordness remains out of bounds and I suspect that when Natural England define The England Coast Path here they will do not much better than the County of Suffolk have done with their route.




And now the Islands of Essex, particularly Wallasea Island….

Wallasea has a unique relationship with Crossrail. Much of the spoil excavated during the construction of Crossrail has been shipped to Wallasea Island raising the Island by up to three metres and creating mudflats, saltmarshes, lagoons and islands in conjunction with RSPB and the Environment Agency



Now of all the counties to have the longest coast line, you wouldn’t pick Essex, would you? Well, you should. But then they include many Islands, which  then demand  a complete circuit. I wouldn’t have left Essex yet, unless I enforced a strict Island policy on my England and now Wales Coast Walk. If ownership, access,  time, tide, weather and route permit then each Island can be visited and mileage added to the grand total at my discretion.

Taking Essex’s major Islands here’s how access panned out.

Canvey Island;  visited and walked the length  to Canvey Point.

Foulness, Havengore and Potten Islands; guarded by QinetiQ- a dyslexic security firm, nearly impossible to access; got to be born there; but did manage The Broomway guided tour on Maplin Sands. It is a moot point that Natural England consider all three circumnavigable. Looking forward to the invasion and the battle with Qinetiq

Wallasea Island; considered by Natural England circumnavigable until you get half way round and have to come back because it’s not. I have the mud on my boots to prove it.

Northey Island; accessible and circumnavigable, and the natives are welcoming.

Osea; private Island unresponsive to pleas. Slightly stand offish.

Mersea Island; Accessible by road and exited by ferry

Horsey Island and Pennyhole Bay; tricky!



I suspect Essex will end up reducing its total coastline when the realities of possessive owners hit home. But the tidal inlets, outlets, mudflats, saltmarshes, sandbanks, lagoons and islands have all been recently reformed to provide a National Nature Reserve which will be well worth the slight disruption.

If you detect a slight attention bias in favour of Essex, who recently won the County Cricket Championship, by a county mile, then you’re quite right about the County of my birth; more specifically Rochford, at the centre of all these islands taking up so much unnecessary attention. Donald was also born in Rochford. Which makes it extra special.

More Wallasea pictures


Essex Yacht Marina nestled alongside the River Crouch – been here before to cross the River to Burnham on Crouch – or was it vice versa. Vera was left in the carpark in the shadow of a café which provided good company and even better coffee on my return. Interesting chat with Dave about the meaning of life and enjoying it. By all accounts, at seventy  five he was in his prime, avoiding unnecessary exercise, like walking(!) but mixing with youngsters, and taking medicaments advisedly. Good on yer, Dave !



Farming Wallasea style


The conveyor belt delivering spoil from Crossrail together with breaching the seawalls to landscape and resculpt the Island providing more habitat for wild life. I think the smaller notice is pointing out that the security fence has sharp edges.


The end of the line!. All the clues led me to believe I could circumnavigate Wallasea Island atop the seawall. I walked to the easternmost point opposite Foulness, where the River Roach joins the River Crouch, to discover this breach in the seawall. Even I wasn’t prepared to brave that mud, and so turned and retraced my steps halfway back to the marina, before branching off to Grapnells and returning to Vera  and the coffee.

I feel I’ve done walking justice to these Essex wildlife sanctuaries that are still work in progress, and maintained my coastline trail as far as the Authorities will let me. I will watch with interest to see the final route of the England Coast Path provided by Natural England. The same applies to Potten, Havengore and Foulness Islands, except the O/S Maps clearly define them as “DANGER AREAS”.

Still0England – andnowWales/94 – Starting at Prestatyn and Walking 53 miles to Bangor Railway Station via Rhyl, Colwyn Bay, Llandudno, Conwy and Llanfairfechan. Grand total walked 3,464 Miles

This is The Wales Coast Path emblem which I’ll be following for the next 800+ miles

Dear Rosie, Lauren, Stan, Jake, Rowan and Maisie,

Welcome back to a New School Year and a refreshed Walking Blog with added Wales. Only Maisie remains at home, Ro and Ro begin new schools and Lauren, Stan and Jake resume their old haunts. I begin a new path too! Having run out of England Coast Path, with still some fuel in the tank, I’ve taken on the 870 mile Wales Coast Path starting at Prestatyn and heading for Chepstow, by the Old Severn Crossing.

I already have some Wales Coast Path miles in the bag after  completing Offa’s Dyke Path at Prestatyn in June, 2013, I carried on to the English Border around Queensferry heading for  The Wirral. So, after this first outing , I “only” have less than 800 hundred miles to go. Plenty of time for all to join in, and those who managed to escape the Round England phase – beware – we have ways of making you walk!


My starting point for the Wales Coast Path, where Offa’s Dyke Path finishes at Prestatyn which I completed in June 2013.




The rules remain the same as before; refer early editions of the blog; the logistics should be easier because unlike 90 per cent of the England Coast Path, The Wales Coast Path is already in place. That doesn’t mean I won’t get lost – I still claim that right – but I have to get used to a different logo highlighted above. I’m also very much nearer the workface; in latter stages of the last walk I was travelling for days just to get to each start; now it’s almost in our back garden. Well, the River Teme is our back fence line and forms the English/Welsh Border. Once the River got too friendly and invited itself into our kitchen. It is an old watermill, so no real surprise. As a result we installed flood protection, shifted upstairs and now have a winter and summer kitchen. Curiously enough, although there has been no repeat of the amiable  river intruding, the flash flooding threats are just as  likely  winter or summer.

The Crimson Worm, race to the bottom at Land’s End, a  feature of the last English Walk proved so popular that a Mrs Trellis from Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch wrote in demanding similar status for Wales. Since I arrived at Bangor Pier in sight of the above village across the Menai Strait, the race is almost over, and will be when I enter Anglesey, next trip. Therefore, in order that a North Wales Crimson Worm can do battle with a South Wales Crimson Worm, I shall select Aberystwyth as the Finish Line, an area I know like the back of my hand, having had my head examined and stitched up during an adventurous  Sheffield University Surveying Course. Let battle commence.

It also enables me to be selective in choosing which prevailing wind to have at my tail when organising future walks. As did the North Crimson Worm start from Prestatyn, so the South Crimson Worm will start from Chepstow, possibly my next visit.


Preliminaries over – let’s get on with the pictures.


Big Andy joined me for this inaugural walk in Wales. When he’s in charge of logistics I can sit back and relax, no need to remember where I left the car or where I pitched the tent . I organised the Campsite. I realise now that it was cruel to subject such an ex-Military Man to the harsh environment of a tented holiday camp rife with screaming kids, barking dogs and raucous civilians – I fear it was down there amongst the lowest ebbs of his life under canvas.

The RNLI features large on any of my coastal visits and we’re always impressed by their latest equipment, although such benign, mill pond seas at this time deny the necessity. Just watch the latest RNLI TV  to see real value under pressure. My favourite charity.



The dilapidated Pier at Colwyn Bay, such a contrast to Llandudno. End of first day this trip or the 269th of the whole journey round England and Wales.



Penrhyn Bay approaching Little Orme, early Saturday , no one around.




Llandudno RNLI Station were having a fundraising event with all equipment and new premises on display.



Llandudno Pier, well worth the trip; a different league from Colwyn Bay Pier


Around Great Orme’s Head and the entrance to Conwy from Llandudno Junction, by road , rail and on foot; and the A55 tunnel is underfoot, or rather under water.





Conwy Lifeboat Station



The A55 tunnel from LLandudno Junction  under the Afon Conwy emerges on the Conwy side and quickly joins forces with the railway and unfortunately the Wales Coast Path until Llanfairfechan, where they diverge and give each other more room into Bangor. At least it allows the footpath to be relatively level; whereas the railway and road duck and dive through tunnels cutting through the rock.


Looking back over the Conwy Sands at Great Orme and Conwy Bay.



The old Quarry towns of Penmaenmawr and Llanfairfechan exhibit resculptured landscape and scarred evidence of heavy rock industry served by a port long since abandoned. The pavilion tearooms are still there providing scrumptious cakes and pots of tea at old fashioned prices with excellent service. I’m afraid I filled my boots.


Leaving Llanfairfechan heading for Menai Strait, the Glan Y Mor Elias Nature Reserve occupies reclaimed mud and sand banks with the path becoming less formal – in places resorting to a form of crazy paving with old broken slabs levelled by incoming tidesDSC_2376



And so to Bangor – I wish I could say it was uneventful – but on my own again I managed to enter by the most circuitous method and even joined the  ever reducing spiral of Llandygai Industrial Estate, which promised an exit at Maesgeirchen but never delivered. I resorted to the old route of the A5, which delivered me to Bangor Pier, up there with Llandudno Pier for maintenance and fruit cake.

DSC_2385 Middle dead centre is the Menai Bridge serving Anglesey and Llanfair P G, my target for this walk – I ended up about a mile short as I diverted through the leafy roads of Upper Bangor to the railway station, where my transport back to Llanfairfechan awaited to take me to VERA, who you’ll be pleased to hear has a stay of execution while the Walk around a Country the size of Wales continues.


Bangor Station – the end of the line for now – and Llanfairfechan Station (request stop!) where Vera stood guard at the Pavilion Tearooms.

Finally a dedication to my old school friend Dave Shipp, who died a year ago. All the area I have covered above, was his territory as a long standing resident of Llandudno Junction. He was an adventurous walker and covered many paths including passing alongside us on Offa’s Dyke on one occasion staying at The Mill, but sadly we never joined walking forces, even though he swore on one trip we did it together. I visited Gill at their house, Ty Craig, with not the slightest notion of how to get there, but drove unerringly through the tangled lanes and private drives ending up in their driveway. I think Dave must have been navigating.






STILL0ENGLAND/93 – THE END OF THE ENGLISH LINE – AFTER WALKING 3,411 MILES IN 268 WALKING DAYS – ON JULY 25TH AT 7-30PM, I COMPLETED MY VERSION OF THE ENGLAND COAST PATH AT LAND’S END IN CORNWALL, PLUS OFFA’S DYKE TRAIL AND HADRIAN’S WALL PATH. I have just walked all the way round England in under four years. Beat that! See “ABOUT – Maps” by courtesy of English Nature defining the official route.

something sinister is lurking in the mists which is refusing to let me edit the headless picture  — any ideas?

These ABOVE poses were coaxed out of me; I am not normally given to such displays. You wouldn’t have thought I’d just walked round England – my way. That’s 264 miles further than New York

My walking  circuit of England following the proposed route of English Nature’s England Coast Path is now complete .The Crimson worm has now completely circumnavigated England and short circuited the Welsh and Scottish borders via Offa’s Dyke Trail and Hadrian’s Wall Path respectively. The Northern Worm on the S W Coast Path won the race to the Bottom at Land’s End, beating the Southern Worm by three days.

  Now for The Wales  Coast Path…

Dear Rosie, Lauren, Stan, Jake, Rowan and Maisie,

This is the last time I shall be writing to you to tell you all about my walk around the coastline of England. That is because last Tuesday, 25th July,  I finished walking from The Lizard to Land’s End along the South West Coast Path. I first started my walk in November 2013, so it has taken well under four years in total. Big Andy was with me taking care of all procedures and navigation necessary to keep me on the straight and narrow, and to allow me to savour my last days walking, without getting lost. Considering the mist that descended on us in the latter stages that was a considerable feat he performed. And very many thanks to everyone else who helped. You were wonderful.

P1050755[2333]bob andy signpost

No words needed! The last few days and hours were mobile navel gazing , contemplation and disbelief. I worked hard to restrain my enthusiasm and stop myself speeding up!

I am still speechless and slightly smug at what I have done. It was exhilarating. A mixture of inner turmoil and weariness.

The pictures that follow represent the journey from Kynance Cove to Land’s End. I will say again – no words needed. Irony or semantics. Very droll. Just shut up! The following pictures are courtesy of Big Andy, after my camera and phone succumbed to the seasonal cloud bursts. There will be therefore an unfortunate amount of my mugshots.

P1050731[2343]land's end fingerpost leaning post too
less than four miles to go to the finish
P1050721[2345]swcp lamorna

P1050714[2349]eleven and half miles to lands end
near the campsite at Mousehole on the South West Coast Path – still over eleven miles to go
P1050718[2347]mousehole harbour tide in

Memorial to Seafarers and…..the delightfully refurbished lido at Penzance


P1050644[2375]looking back at the lizard

Looking back at The Lizard – We’ve walked all that!

Breaks get longer – me to bathe, view, drink and attend feet – the ex- military to chin wag.

P1050628[2377]mullion cove

Mullion Cove

starting from kynance cove

Kynance Cove  – our start point on day three

After the walk and because my camera showed signs of life stopped off at Penzance to record previously neglected harbour views –

It is now over a week since finishing my walk around England, and I haven’t recovered. I realise I was running on empty for quite some time, and in the last three trips  between June 24th and July 25th I had walked 223 miles in 16 walking days.

I suppose, fitness wise I must have peaked this summer. The Paunch clings on – it won’t let me go.

In the nearly four years of the walk, I don’t recall such an intense period of activity as this last month, but this was fuelled by the knowledge I was on the final run-in.  I was pretty lucky with injuries and illness, I did take a few heavy falls and plenty of arthritic aches and pains and one twisted knee, but managed to walk through them. I never once even considered giving up and totally ignored any helpful advice that I might hold back. I was always conscious that I had to finish in the allotted timescale for fear of anno domini et tempus fugit. Carpe diem.

I feel this is a bit of a lame end to THE BLOG, but I’ve got nothing left – there is no more to say except I’m very pleased with myself, and The Walk around a Country the Size of Wales will now begin in the first weekend in September. Friday 1st,starting at Prestatyn heading for Anglesey. All welcome. Make your own arrangements. Let me know if you wish to join in. There will be no blog. Maybe some pictures.  Just one foot in front of the other and you’ll eventually get there.

Moments; – my most fearful  was just halting in time at the abrupt cliff face at Great Hangman; my enduring memory was the relentless beauty and walking severity of the South West Coast Path; my incredulity at the rapid natural regeneration of the North East Coast after the 80’s enforced mine closures; the contrast of summer sky and industrial pollution along the Teesdale Way; the plastic and metal  can litter along the North bank of the Thames filling every nook cranny and inlet but relief appeared to be at hand  with regeneration of the riverside pathways; and the Essex saltmarshes are particularly evocative because of childhood memories. Everything else was merely just fantastic!

By order, there will be a low key finale for The Walk on Southend Pier on November 11th, 2017, nearly coinciding with my 70th Birthday, leaving the shore end  at 1-00pm heading for the Café, Toilets and RNLI Station one mile and a third away at the seaward end. I am promised by the authorities that facilities and trains will open even on a bleak autumnal November day, but no alcohol, and they weren’t too happy  with a tape indicating the three thousand, four hundred and twelve and a third miles walked around the coast of England. Not too many people welcome just in case Health and Safety Regulations are breached….

…….definitely no running and ball games and  DON’T THROW PEOPLE BELOW!….




…and now to tame the garden after four years neglect




Dear Rosie, Lauren, Stan, Jake, Rowan and Maisie,

I’m nearing completion of my walk round England’s Coastline with only a scheduled sixty six miles to complete as the Northern and Southern S W Coast Path Crimson Worms battle it out to reach  the bottom at Land’s End first. This is the penultimate letter to you, our Grandchildren, hoping to inspire you to something likewise. You’ve all got it in you to achieve, if you want it enough. The final letter, or next Episode will reveal if I completed my target of completely walking around England – on the very edge! Sometimes over the edge..

I’m now staying at  Mousehole AFC Campsite, near Paul, Cornwall at the stage of finishing off The Walk, at Land’s End, with about 26 Miles to complete from St Ives on the Northern S W Coast Path; and about 40 Miles from Kynance Cove, near the Lizard on the Southern S W Coast Path. Even now, I do not know who is going to win. The administration, tactics, navigation, strategy, participation, communications, and latterly the photography are all in the hands of Major Big Andy McIntyre. Only my preferences were required The intention being to release me from any significant role whilst in a state of heightened emotion and anticipation of what I was hoping to achieve, and left me free to concentrate and savour my surroundings.

Throughout this walk, whenever walking alone, I have obtained my own balance and feeling of wellbeing by my own peculiar method of favouring humour and positivity, and eliminating the opposites. Works for me; but I’m vulnerable when walking with guests who may not have similar views, and my feelings sometimes are aroused. To avoid this, I crave indulgence from guests and avoidance of issues – even hearing my self saying “it’s my walk and I don’t want to discuss that!”

That’s the background; now for the practicalities of actually Walking.



Good use out of season for the Mousehole AFC football ground as Big Andy, Donald, Stan and Bobl take up canvas residence for unspecified several weather dependant days, whilst The Walk heads for completion.The Church tower is a prominent feature in the neighbouring village of Paul, helping us navigate the peninsular. The second night   we could be forgiven for thinking also our last as we suffered horrendous thunder and lightning, accompanied by sheets of rain – always exaggerated by fragile tent fabric. Stan and Mumbles slept through it all.

IMG_2202 Mousehole Campsite

My entourage and body guard, Big Andy, Donald, and Stan holding Mumbles, all tasked with seeing me safely over the finish line at Land’s End, while I savoured the final few days of my epic walk

The Plan was to walk the Northern S W Coast Path as far as Cape Cornwall six mikes short of Land’s End, today, and tomorrow let circumstances dictate the next move

Donald and Stan weren’t scheduled to join us till the second day so Big Andy and I set off from St Ives Station in an enormous cloud burst, with water  cascading  over the steps, flooded drains, bursting manhole covers and dark grey surface water  inundating the beach. This had echos of the recent flooding at Coverack. I ‘ve kept the negatives small. Just got to walk through it.

Not much for the coastguard to see here. Move on. Wetly. My camera and phone were slowly drowning  and we were immediately drenched again, with no option but to continue walking.

Gradually, over a couple of hours, the rain relented and we could see the lovely colours in contrast..

heather and rain clearing 11-15am


..and we  came across Jasmine just about giving up and turning back. We offered her company to continue with us, which she gladly accepted. A fortuitous meeting with a lady literary agent, who is going to read the blog and who knows – a blockbuster…. the wet ‘s getting to you, bobl.

Jasmine left us around Zennor to find her Airbnb and to dry out.


DSC_2224_2[2417]andy on a bridge

By late afternoon  shadows even  started to appear but the water was still very rough as we headed for Cape Cornwall





Pendeen Watch heading for Cape Cornwall



P1050551[2401]cape Cornwall


End of the first day – new arrivals join us tomorrow – who’d have thought  the rain this morning would have given way to sunshine. But the water made a mess of my camera and phone – unable to re-charge I gave all photo responsibility to big Andrew, as well as him navigating, plus strategy, tactics  and communications – I’m just here for the ride – relax!

No arguing! Positively.





The completed back up team ready to depart from Cape Cornwell on Day two, heading for Land’s End and hoping to be the first Crimson Worm to race to  the bottom, on the South West Coast Path. In sunshine.


Half an hour out and we passed The Brisons and the neighbouring countryside is full of pit falls – literally; mine shafts and workings are everywhere. Stanley counted them and we kept to the straight and narrow track.

And there’s no accounting for adders




Mind the adders. Here we find one miner and a minor looking for pirate treasure…. later on we could have done with such welcome cover when we watched the squalls home in on us. Stan was ok – he could get into sheltered crevices – not us, we were too bulky. Wet ourselves again. DSC_2237_2[2454]

P1050566[2399]miners minor


Passing Gwynver  beach heading for Land’s End; Stan was nimble  like a mountain goat, often leading the way



Passed Sennen Cove beach resort and Life Boat Station and on the Road to Land’s End with an inner glow.


Donald’s pictures take over where mine have now drowned in rainwater…..

Land’s End is getting nearer, and the finish post…. Stan is quite casual about it all!


P1050603[2373]the northern worm wins reaching lands end for the first time

And the winner of the get to the bottom race is the Northern Crimson Worm……it’s not over!  There’s still 40 odd miles from Kynance Cove to Land’s End to cover  on the Southern S W Coast Path. But as an interim reward Big Andy produces some Champagne to celebrate with. Now we have to nurse the Southern Crimson Worm home from the Lizard without Donald and Stan, who deliver us to our new Starting Point for Day Three , Sunday.

We will gloss over my only area of responsibility and how I managed to leave the car keys  in Cape Cornwell, for the car at Land’s End. Stanley found a flying fox/zip wire; I would’ve walked; Donald would’ve hitched; Andy said he’d take the bus; he did but later transferred to a taxi…… result keys returned,  and free to eat celebratory meal at LE restaurant



The only way to go to Land’s End – by zip wire… So what happened next?

Only 40 or so miles to go and I’ve walked round England. Did I do it? What went wrong?  Reply and request the final instalment -Episode 93 – the only clue I’ll give – I’m recovering and soon be ready to have another go…

here’s Big Andy’s perspective  – I can’t remember where they all fit in – I was too busy navel gazing but day two just about covers it.

P1050614[2385]feet up

P1050596[2387]donald approaching Land's End


P1050594[2391]playing on the seawall

Playing on the breakwater at Sennen Cove

Better weather on the second day


Above; The end of the line for The Northumberland Coast Path, which I had religiously but unsuccessfully tried to follow all the way from North Shields, Newcastle. Part of my penance for straying from the pilgrims’ route was having to walk alongside the extremely busy A1 for several miles. There are quite a few heathen drivers out there, wishing you’d pass by on the other side.

The  Bridges of Berwick upon Tweed taken from the bus route outa there; I only had 17 minutes to explore and make sure I caught the Sunday service  X18 back to Vera abandoned near the A1 in Fenwick, pronounced Fennnick.

Haste ye back to Bonnie Scotland. I think I might just do that…..but Wales is next!

Below; The Crimson worm represents my progress around England’s coastline, and includes Hadrian’s Wall plus Offa’s Dyke…..


The end of the crimson line on the Scottish Border, at Berwick upon Tweed.

Only the S W Coast Path left to complete around Land’s End.

Map courtesy of Ordnance Survey with my Crimson overlay depicting my route around England’s  coastline, plus Hadrian’s Wall and Offa’s Dyke National Trails.



Dear Rosie, Lauren, Stan, Jake, Rowan and Maisie,

Well. Well. Well! I did IT . I got to Scotland. Just by putting one foot in front of the other. Nothing special. But I do feel a tiny bit proud. Whatever you lot do – you don’t have to do it all at once – just put one foot in front of the other – keep going – and you’ll get there.

Rosie! Your winning the hundred metres was putting one foot in front of the other rather faster than I did and you have such a lovely action; Lauren, taking up the tennis racquet in response to Wimbledon, you are going to be good – keep practicing, small steps at first;  Stan, the man with a plan, already three Welsh Peak climbs under his belt and your football control is very good for your age – use both feet ;  Jake, tennis, cricket and football, Andy Murray, Jo Root and Harry Kane should be worried – you remind me of – er well – er , – me, but use the left foot more; Rowan , I’ve seen your Ballet clip, such grace – and attitude…practice those steps; and fearless Maisie perhaps smaller steps and less danger.


But The Walk goes on.  Next is the final visit to the S W Coast Path on Thursday to complete everything at Land’s End. We still don’t know whether the Northern or the Southern Crimson Worm will get there first, but Major Andy, Captain Donald, Sgt Andy and Sapper Stan will all be there to witness it. We’re staying at Mousehole AFC Campsite for any late arrivals.



I walked 109 miles  in seven days, alone this time, on the pilgrims way along the Northumberland Coast Path, bringing the total to 3339 miles on 263 separate Walking Days.

Rav4 Vera has clocked over 150,000 miles, not all down to The Walk, but certainly, I couldn’t do it without her. Likewise the back up driver albeit 12,000 miles away with Omi, in Shaky New Zealand, where recently the ORBLAX amazingly didn’t beat the Lions. I find this incredible, since so many Kiwis were telling me until quite recently how poor the Lions were….. it is quite normal for New Zealand to go into collective depression when they realise the Orblax are only human. Just get in touch when you’re ready….

Walking  alone, gave time for reflecting on the previous well over three thousand miles I’d walked around England’s Coast and all I can write is that my thoughts are completely scrambled. All those worthy comments, pithy sayings and clever conversations made up along the way for outpouring into the blog have deserted me. I’m very weary, but not in a bad way . The sort of weariness that leads to a deep and long night’s sleep. Very satisfying. It’s a sort of Euphoric malaise – is that possible? Or smug, as Henri  would have it ( I make no apologies that only a very few will appreciate that).



Bottom Left Hand Corner -Only about 66 miles to go from The Lizard to St Ives via Land’s End. If you look at the English/Welsh Border, roughly on  Offa’s Dyke Trail, about half way up, or half way  down, there is a blue spot where The Mill can be found!




When I get to Land’s End I think I will be very proud of myself. I might even be tired and emotional, with the aid of a bottle or two of NZ bubbly. I don’t drink much – so it won’t take a lot of bubbles.

Excuse me a minute , the screen’s gone all blurry.. Wherever you are, on Sunday and Monday at Land’s End, I’ll drink a toast to you all. If you’re wondering why twice – well there’s a Northern Crimson Worm and a Southern Crimson Worm and they both have to pass the finish line. Major Big  Andy is in command of navigation, tactics, strategy and logic, with a brief to get me there. I deliberately haven’t read any orders, so I can’t tell you who will win. We just put one foot in front of the other – and we get there…..


Enough of this blubbing – get on with the pictures,  remember I was alone; I couldn’t even stick to the Holy Trail, I may have strayed off the straight and narrow coast path, so don’t blame me if some of the pictures aren’t what I thought they were!

And finally congratulations to Terry, who this week climbed 3260 metres up the Matterhorn as the lone male in a party of five – that’s some baggage handling El Tel. Well done! It was the practice you put in on the  S W Coast Path what dunnit.



This day began from Baslow and headed North West to Manchester Airport when Marilyn was departing for Auckland and Omi. Leaving the airport, I sorted out the maze of the M60 and M62, heading for Leeds and eventually Widdrington, North of Newcastle, my base for several days, while I walked the Northumberland Coast Path to Berwick.



Near Widdrington but where’s the tent? I forgot to take my Campsite location picture until I was leaving. I originally booked three nights, but added two more nights because I was no where near Berwick.  I stayed a sixth night, because the circuitous route added miles to the walk. Thank you Seddons Camp Site for being so accommodating, and good luck with the red squirrels.

My car location pictures at Whitley Bay! Eccentric? What’s more eccentric? Imagine going into a Police Station asking for help finding the car?  It has been known!


As with so much of the East Coast, Whitley Bay is not immune from erosion problems as witnessed by the ongoing reconstruction of the promenade heading back towards North Pier of the Tynemouth Harbour passing the closed Life Boat House on the way. I was barred from the North Pier by an unwelcome notice saying open from 7am to 8pm. but It was firmly locked at 4pm. Inside the harbour it was as calm as a millpond .


Not very busy harbourside heading for the North Shields Metro Station. The Registered port for the dark blue and white boat was Kirkcudbright, whose name will evoke from Susan, John and Janet various amused memories of unnecessarily long name boards of our  youthful homes. I talked to the crew, hoping to get in touch with my roots, only to find that what I first took as a broad Scottish accent talking Gaelic, was the other local dialect called Polish.

I eventually found the metro and tried to pay for a ticket back to Whitley Bay and was informed no one pays after six o’ clock; apparently a local custom built up on fortuitously inoperative ticket machines and knowledge that  there are no inspectors after that hour. I shared the profits with a local sweet shop.  Reward for six miles that day. Not a bad start.




Religiously sticking to the promenade out of Whitley Bay, where I had some previous, on to St Mary’s Island and lighthouse approached only by causeway – not at high tide!



Moving out of Whitely Bay Heading for delicately named Seaton Sluice and into sand dune territory – not the landscape I’d anticipated- heading for Hartley Links



Arriving at Blythe on an informal footpath  – I’m free to choose my own route – which isn’t obvious. Following the south bank of the River Blythe after visiting the fishermen on the west pier, I’m corralled inland. There is no way over to the East Pier and he fishermen say it is dangerous anyway.

Blythe south harbour and lifeboat station

I head for the A189 along the River Blythe, to the nearest bridging point. But soon I am forced further inland to the A1147 to Stakeford and the B1334 to North Seaton.



.The inland route was uninspiring until I reached Newbiggin Bay, but the Bates Mine water treatment process to  cleanse rising polluted minewater was interesting and indicative of the mess previous industry has left behind.



The coast at Newbiggin Point….

………Newbiggin by the Sea,- St Barts Church where ex Army Surveyor Chris was perfecting his drone Survey of the Church . It’s a far cry from the  Theodolite and level surveys I trained with in 1966….. and subsequently worked with as a Site Engineer round the world. I still have a dumpy level and I’m not afraid to use it.



I just thought a plumber repairing a water pipe beneath  11,000 volt lines was shocking, as were the two sulkies happily amusing, following the coast road. Gettit?


The Power Station  occupied the foreshore and forced me inland but back on the beach again by Lynmouth and Druridge Bay. I found a very popular home made ice cream shop at Cresswell – I know – my paunch. And the RNLI  station told of many brave rescues, in particular dragging the boats several miles through the lanes because the seas prevented launching from the harbour.




Wild Life Photographers near Widdrington, had spotted a nest of White Barn owls and staked out these cottages. Chris with his tripod was not ashamed to be blogged but the others I respected their wish not to be photographed. Get in touch if you do read this and give me more accurate copy!


Playing in the sand at Druridge Bay – and a fishing boat comes very close to the beach dragging his nets in. They are my foot prints! But look at the direction of travel? How DID I do that?



Coquet Island – a Benedictine monastic cell and medieval tower  appear about a mile offshore – zoom in and read the notice!




The South Jetty and North Pier of Warkworth Harbour at Amble with brightly painted boats and a new Amble lifeboat station. More souvenirs – the shop was open and they opened up more,  for me to see the life boats.


The Elizabeth and Leonard moored in the harbour with the Rib under cover, but ready for action.



Lunch today is crab and crayfish salad with a beer at The Fat Mermaid, part of a modern harbour development at Amble on the River Coquet next to Warkworth Harbour. Delicious! If I’m careful, I can now eat seafood – as opposed to fish – which I ‘ve tried very hard with, but still can’t digest – even more so if the thing is still looking at me….


Following the River Coquet upstream to Warkworth and its Castle, we are now well into the Northumberland Coast Path heading for Berwick upon Tweed.


Leaving Warkworth via the bridges over the River Coquet, heading for Birling Links , the seashore and St Oswald’s way.



Approaching Alnmouth the circuitous way. A shorter route aong the seashore  and fording the River Aln was denied me because the tide was too high.


The Alnmouth Golf Course shares the coast path until the seashore takes over. Spot the ducklings being taught how to surf…..


Boulmer Life boat house. The path has become very formal and well maintained.


World famous Craster kippers being smoked and the Jolly Fisherman where I had another crab lunch. At first I thought the building was on fire!


Craster Harbour and the IRB Station.


Dunstanburgh Castle appears ahead – the journey is gentle and rolling, the last of the Rolling English Road



For the most part so far, the weather has been kind; the odd wind in my face; not too hot; and the occasional drop of rain. The terrain is undulating and easy to walk as I pass  NT’s Newton Point on my way to   Beadnall Bay and Beadnall


Starting  to move more swiftly along with the help of the coast path, road , footpath beach and dunes all being like minded, heading together in the general direction of my overall objective – Berwick upon Tweed.  I’m making good progress……







Walking along Annstead Links, Seahouses Harbour appears in the early evening. I like the look of that breakwater jetty  in the middle distance.


So much so that I sidestepped the gate and got very good views from the pierhead and extra specially rewarded with the  17-57pm fishing boat returning to harbour, with what looks like a huge catch of tourists!

Strolling round the harbour shops – all now closed, I spotted a print that I’m sure I might otherwise have purchased.



Starting again  next morning – Saturday – returning to Seahouses – parking Vera in an all day carpark, I wandered around the Coastguard HQ, the Lifeboat Station and a monument – THE RESCUE – to seafarers guardians.

Now aware that my time was running out. Today was my last full day of walking and I had 32 miles left to complete. Tomorrow was Sunday and half a day’s  walking’ and all that uncertainty of Sunday bus schedules.  I  checked that the best bus out of Berwick tomorrow left the Bridge -( which Bridge, there are three?) – at 14-17pm.  There was another four hours later, which would mean I’d probably fall asleep driving home.

I still had to break camp at Widdrington as well – better get a shift in.

and returning to the pilgrims trail at St Aidan’s Dunes. Heading for Holy Island.

Now we come to the bit where it all falls apart. For no good reason ST Oswald took his way AND the Northumberland Coast Path inland leaving Seahouses. I have no higher authority to consult or disobey – Nanny’s in Auckland – not Bishop’s – its namesake – 12,000 miles downunder. So the beach route it is then. Oh Wicked! Next stop Bamburgh Castle



And that’s when it started raining. I headed for the castle, but it was guarded by shifting sand dunes behind that innocuous grassy mound lie many and varied tracks and trails through the overgrowth. The rain in itself wasn’t soaking. It was the accumulation of moisture on the vegetation at body height, that obligingly tipped itself on to me as I shoved my way anywhere. I was drenched.

I spied an unusual gathering of people in costume – they weren’t wet – they obviously knew the route through the sand dune maze and were aware of the soaking guardian, qualities of the ferns, reeds, gorse, brambles and heavy bladed sharp grass. I’m not moaning , but they were very inhospitable and wouldn’t let me pass. Photographed one footman putting his foot on – his colleague wasn’t too gracious – saying the ambience wasn’t right – I just found that a medieval character getting dressed in the back of a modern car to re – enact some worthy skirmish hundreds of years hence,  was – er -interesting…. even though I was drowning inside.

Nothing would get me inside the locked gates to shelter and change into dry clothing, so I watched the battle. They weren’t holding back, and I think it was real blood. Better humour these guys; in so doing I turned tail and retraced my steps back through the soaking dunes, they reinvigorated and replenished with a fresh drop of rain.

When you’re really, really wet – you’d think another soaking is water off a duck’s back. Well! It is and it isn’t.  I kept up a good pace to fend of any chill and didn’t stop till I got to Budle Bay and found a friendly, unoccupied WWII Pill Box .

Midday .


Very wet lunch. I now know why I carry a complete change of clothes in plastic bags in my rucksack. More than one family group of hikers visibly veered off course as I dried out and changed. I’d always assumed the worst any time I came across odd  male – always male – behaviour in derelict structures; now I realise there might be quite plausible explanations.




There’s a bit of coast in the first picture below, but the rest is coastless terminating at the A1 with traffic thundering by and no footpath. Time to head off to Holy Island

WELL -I don’t know who set the course for the various trails  from now on, but they should really go and get their theodolites sharpened. St Oswald and his advisers  must have been at the mead and were taking the Rolling English road with them. Even though my map was a soggy mess, I could see a faster route to Holy Island. Unfortunately it required two miles alongside a very fast A1 clearway.  I held out till I got to  Fenwick, where the A1 intercepted St Oswald’s Way and the Northumberland Coast Path. Trades descriptions should be informed -there’s nil coastal to see here.



After crossing the main east coast railway line very quickly, I also very quickly came across the road to Holy Island. The tide’s in and the causeway clearly closed. , unable to part the seas, I left St Oswald to his way and carried on northwards along the Northumberland Coast Path, now firmly reinstated on the coast line.


That’s Holy Island over there! Retreat to the tent and hope for better tomorrow.


Upon  returning very early Sunday after breaking camp and leaving Widdrington  the tide had gone out but then came back in as it has done forever. It certainly wasn’t hanging around waiting for me. Maybe next time?

Now for a straightforward fast walk to the bus on Berwick Bridge; I followed the coast path all the way to the X18 Bus Stop. Here is the final half day in Pictures .


Coffee at Goswick Golf Club – Walkers welcome! Alongside Lindisfarne National Nature Reserve



The coast path does exactly that – keeps alongside the coast unlike earlier. Eventually catch sight of the Pier marking where the Tweed enters the North Sea.




Lowry spent regular Summer holidays here and there are many such displays of his particular talent exhibited in Berwick, often exactly where he’d set up his easel.


And the last word goes to Berwick Life Boat Station





















Still0England/90 – Nearing completion of my four year circumnavigation of the English Coastline. Still on the S W Coast Path in Cornwall, walking 42 miles from Falmouth to Kynance Cove via Lizard Point, with guests Terry and Elizabeth.



This blog about walking round England’s Coastline is dedicated to our six Grandchildren, now including our first teenager, with added attitude, Rosie. We do not discourage adults from also partaking of the sage travel advice contained herein, although for some it is too late to be childish again.  When I grow up, there’s a lot of things I’ll do differently, particularly I won’t leave the S W Coast Path till last when I walk round England  in the other direction. Perhaps the climbs aren’t so steep the other way round?  And I’ll persuade more friends to join me.

In particular, Walking Guests Terry and Elizabeth added to the peculiar delight of this last walk, joining in for  35 and 21 miles respectively and I reproduce below their own responses while they are on their individual roads to recovery. Some of the best friendships you’ll ever have begin in the very early schooldays, I won’t labour it – it just happens! Look after those friendships! Marilyn, Elizabeth, Terry and I had a hilarious three or four days, despite a huge time span between being kids at school together and the present.



Terry emailed after he returned home;

“Dear Marilyn and Bob,

There is only one way to truly appreciate what you and Marilyn have achieved and that is to spend a couple of days walking with you. Fantastic team work; Marilyn you really ensured that you were always there at he end of  each walk, and that was not just comforting but so satisfying,  especially the ice cold Becks!!!!

Bob, what you have achieved is quite incredible. I was lucky enough to experience probably one of the most spectacular walks in the best of weather conditions, and have the luxury of a hotel and brilliant company at the end of each day.

You, of course, have experienced many days when the marvellous Marilyn was not with you, the weather was cold and wet, and your “hotel” was a tent , and your company was the iPhone, (if there was any signal!!!!) i.e. the complete opposite of what Elizabeth and I  were so  privileged to enjoy over the last three days.

I thoroughly enjoyed every  minute of our walks, and the banter, whilst on the hoof, and again in the evenings was most amusing. One of the many highlights was seeing those two enormous   adders yesterday.

Your photographs and the blog are a great legacy for your grandchildren and I am sure they will inspire them to stride out in determined fashion on their own “coastal walk” through life.

From your quick calculation, it sounds as if you only have 2/3 weeks to complete the English coast, so congratulations, I look forward to the Welsh coast next year!!!!

Finally, I guess I wouldn’t have been there at all had it not been for the many hours you, Marilyn and Elizabeth spent on the Earls Hall School story, so thanks to you all for that as well.

Well done.

Cheers Terry.



All of a sudden, the Round England Walk will be finished. There will be an enormous hole in my life, which I’ll have to fill, probably by walking a country the size of Wales

Nearly right! I have a list of Fifty important Domestic  Chores neglected over the last four years, and a supplementary list of twenty five substitutes should I dare to finish any one of the Main List. I should never have retired really. It’s far too complicated. I won’t miss the blogging though!

A word about the sequencing of the Blog Episodes. I hope I’ve got rid of the gremlins messing around with the last few Episodes. It may be that you, Dear Reader , have missed some recent publications. This Episode is “90” and other recent interupted Episodes ” 89″,” 88″,” 87″ etc are now in both chronological and numerical order – I hope!

Lastly,  about overloading. I could see from others’ pictures, where I’m the subject , now there was more than one photographer in the party, that there were plenty of unflattering views of my waistline., particularly compared to Terry’s well lived-in physique. Immediate action includes a ban of most of the goodies eaten in the last few days and starvation diet. If I don’t get rid of my unwelcome waistline in the next two weeks of walking then its mine forever. Back to berries, nuts and water.

Bobl (69 and two thirds).


THE CRIMSON WORM RACE to the bottom.

I keep an Ordnance Survey Map on the kitchen wall, recording my progress in crimson. Here is an extract…..


The  Race to Land’s End is nearing its end. North Worm remains at St Ives, whereas South Worm has put on a spurt and rounded The Lizard to Kynance Cove.  I think one more visit will settle it? The S W Coast Path distance calculator gives 66 miles as the distance between St Ives and Kynance. Map courtesy of Ordnance Survey.



The England Coast Walk has taken 256 Walking Days so far, covering 3,230 miles, including 42 miles added by me this last trip. My guests this time were Elizabeth and Terry, who covered 21 and 35 miles respectively on the Falmouth to Kynance Stretch.

The map below, also courtesy of Ordnance Survey shows the remaining path left unwalked, 66 miles, due for completion by November 2017.

s w remainderI have reached past St Ives on the North Coast, approximately 24 miles to go to Land’s End; and Kynance on the South Coast, by the figure “5”, after rounding The Lizard, with about 42 miles to go.

Finally, there remain about 66 miles neglected up on the North East Coast from Newcastle to Berwick. Stretches 8, 9 and 10, on the  map below, also by courtesy of Ordnance Survey. Everything else is complete. Well – I’m not going back!

north west remainder


Dear Rosie, Lauren, Stan, Jake, Rowan and Maisie,

The last childish birthday of the year,  no more till January, 2018, belongs to Rosie, who became a teenager last week. Hope it wasn’t too painful. Well done and Good Luck , Rosie. Lauren is getting stuck into the guitar, as is Stan with the Ukelele. We’ll soon have a family banned… whereas in the Peak District, Maisie is perfecting her ballet and Jake his cricket. Just a note to would-be talent scouts that Essex have first refusal, over Yorkshire; as do Spurs over Sheffield Wednesday. It’s a no – brainer – just look at the respective league tables – Essex top  the County Championship  and Spurs finish second in the Premiership, to a team full of posers and divas.

The recent heat wave saw Stanley and Rowan doing wet things with the garden sprinkler. I know because Nanny always returns home from StanRow guard duty, soaking. Flash has not worried anyone lately by running away, which is worrying in itself; but Cassie got uppity and ate her bedding, producing three days of insulated doggy-dos…..

Yet again, following her fifth, all time record guest walking appearance, we have been blessed with a poem from Elizabeth. You will have to wait because it is placed at the end to make you read all the blog. We hope you can contain your excitement. Plenty of grown ups can’t, witness its No 1 Position in the All Time Pick of The Cliffs Top Ten Walking Round England poems. Sadly, there were no other entrants. GKChesterton’s Rolling English Road and W W/W were disqualified for rolling and  wandering  off the subject coast path.


Elizabeth and Bobl were joined by Terry, another old schoolfriend. The three of us first met in 1952, when we all started at Infants School together. Here we are huddled around a Coastguard Search and Rescue vehicle. Well it pays to be prepared. Like the Coastguards below practicing  Search and Rescue techniques. Nanny was also around to stop the squabbling.


The three of us were transported from hotel to walking territory by Nanny in Vera, complete with new Shock Absorbers and Brake Pipes; ie Vera – not Nanny. We will have a completely new RAV4 by the end of this trip despite the mileage tripping over 150,000.


The previous outing had finished at the Ferry crossing at St Mawes with Kida, Cornish for “Ice Princess Ferryboatdog” showing us Atlantis, but being Saturday this time it was closed for repairs. Instead we took the much larger Pirate Boat, Tamar Belle, from Falmouth to St Mawes and return, to marry up the missing link on the S W Coast Path Water Bit. Vera released Nanny and she was allowed a rare day off to join Terry and me for a pleasant tour of Falmouth Harbour, recorded below in pictures. Elizabeth was still on her way from London.


The tour of Falmouth Harbour took an unexpected turn in the bottom picture when the skipper hit the submerge button and off we went unexpectedly to Atlantis. Only the periscope, wrapped in an Ensign, indicated our position. We dried off quite quickly in the sunshine and returned to Falmouth, where Terry and I set off for Pendennis Point on the S W Coast Path.

Terry (hands aloft) celebrating his escape from city dwelling, as we hugged the path on cliff edge and followed the changing urban, resort, harbour features until we arrived at Mawnan, which was properly rural,  eight miles along the coast path.

On the road again.

Having warmed Terry up and got his joints moving, we decided to try to book in again at the  hotel in Helston and meet up with Elizabeth.  We each had our confusion and  unpleasant experiences with the Rottweilers behind the reception desk but the chain shall remain nameless. Basil Fawlty would have been more welcoming.


The next day, Sunday we set off from Mawnan, towards the Helston River, and were welcomed by Nanny walking towards us, guiding us into the ferry terminal.


A short journey from Helford Passage, leaving Nanny on the beach,  across the Helford River to Helford and the Ferryman dropped us carefuly, particularly the city dwellers, on the jetty at low tide and went back to look for the ten pound note he had earlier sacrificed overboard to Neptune.




A domestic boat house; Elizabeth aka Princess didn’t want to get her boots muddy; the ex-church now fish restaurant  Holy Mackerel; and finally our first refreshment break. Terry seems to be feeling the load.




Looking back over the Helford River  –  this morning, we have walked most of that opposite….



………with this still to come.




After we had forded the very slippery Gillan Creek. Nanny had been waiting with supplies, because it would be a while before we rendezvous again.



Nore Point



Porthallow Cove Rendezvous – Time for the Princess to have a rest. The track goes inland to avoid industrial quarries and MOD territory.



Giant Weed! Without the Princesses pink fluorescence we feel vulnerable to traffic on the lanes which now represent the Coastal Path and Nann y made Terry and Bobl dress up in hi-viz. Thus ensued terrible consternation in the local communities thinking we were Customs  or Fisheries Officials come to arrest someone!



Terry’s premature 70th Birthday Party at The Talcarne Inn, New Lynn. The first of many such events – Happy Birthday – El Tel!


The following day, fully relaxed, Princess and B’Day Boy start playing in the road




Old Quarry and derelict Port, moving inland again and then on the coast to Coverack.





Surveyor Terry selling holiday homes off the plan, while we stopped for coffee; in his excitement of achieving a sale he accidentally applied Deap Heat to his nose instead of sunblock cream. The screams were audible for miles. Fortunately there was an ornamental pool just below. No gold fish were harmed in this unfortunate incident….


Coverack Harbour – Compare and contrast with a photo from Nanny’s archives



Tide in – tide out – nothing much else has changed?







Still at Coverack – The Lifeboat House. RNLI. and leaving by the back door after some unexpected guidance from a Canadian…. which we didn’t quite follow and got lost, leading to the loss of equanimity of The Fairy Princess.



Fishing boats at Coverack Harbour near Dolor Point


Leaving Coverack – looking back and looking ahead to Chynalls Point.  we made our point and stopped for a rest or a pose below at the ancient fort..



National Trust lookout near Beagles Point and views looking in the direction of The Lizard and looking back again



Cadgwith Cove – finish for the day and off to Porthleven for evening nosebag.


Next morning, leaving  Cadgwith Port and passing The Devil’s Frying Pan.


RNLI The Lizard, Nigel on volunteer shop duty and Rose The Lifeboat


Bumble Rock, The lizard Light house

From The Lizard looking back towards Black Head;  forward to Lizard Lighthouse; and at Bass Point


Housel Bay, Polpepper Cove, The lizard Lighthouse as I head round The Lizard Point, the most southerly part of the English Mainland Coast.


Finally, I made it to Kynance Cove, the same scene of 56 years ago when Nanny visited with Omi and Gordon. Nanny (MIDDLE) hasn’t changed much but the scenery has weathered a lot.

1961 cliff



Elizabeth, The Poem  –   TALES OF EARLS HALL


All along the paths of Helston,

Through the lush ferns tall,

Go Terry, Bob and Elizabeth,

Earls Hall old friends – All.


Gannets, seagulls, adders,

Ponies by the river,

Wading through the muddy creeks,

iphones all aquiver


Black rocks, sandy beaches,

Where the seals swim,

Here we catch the Ferry Boat,

To rest poor Terry’s limb          (his knee!)


Vehicular support was commended,

Although a taxi to New Lynn,

For Terry’s Birthday Celebration was

Also enjoyed by Marilyn.


Everyone for pasties,

Dining out on fish – what a spread,

Heads down, poles up,

The Lizard is far ahead.


Clouds form in the blue above,

The friends went at a canter,

But the days were fun for all of us,

Thanks to Terry’s banter.

Elizabeth Abbot Wordsworth.



Next Trip     Hadrian’s Wall to Berwick – July 10th    ….. running out of miles.




This is a blog recording my progress walking round the coastline of England by way of a letter to our six grandchildren, Rosie, Lauren, Stan, Jake, Rowan and Maisie  .

There are 3.188 completed miles, with about 170 miles uncompleted,  left to walk. By the time The Walk finishes in November, it will have taken four years, with over 252 actual walking days so far, reaching St Mawes, near Falmouth, on the Southern  South West Coast Path; and reaching St Ives on the Northern S W Coast Path below.  Not forgetting Newcastle to Berwick on Tweed. . I need to travel at just over one mile per day……..


Unfortunately,  The Blog isn’t going as well as The Walk and Gremlins have got in and re-arranged the Episode  numbers. This is Episode 89 – if you are looking for Episode 88 then scroll through 89  and 87 until you get to the misplaced  Episode 88. I can’t think of any other way to correct this; if you can, let me know, please!

{Now ALL fortunately corrected with advice from WordPress – something about a STATIC FRONT PAGE?}

I also need to publish a sacrificial Blog  Episode, to see exactly what happens in the Episode Sequencing, without risking a full blown Episode.


Another reason for this non-walk reporting Episode is to announce provisional details of the Walk Finale taking place on Saturday, November 11th around 1-00pm at Southend on Sea Pier. I have been in touch with Southend Pier and asked if I can borrow it for my Walk Completion Ceremony and what facilities would be available? Toilets? Café? Bar? Is it open? As yet I haven’t had any confirmation, but they did ask how many people were involved.

Therefore, in an attempt to best guess spectator interest can you, dear reader,  let me know if you will be attending?


And finally, Terry is joining Elizabeth, Marilyn and The Writer  on the next journey from St Mawes to The Lizard and Beyond.  Anyone else care to witness this?




STILL0ENGLAND/88 – Walking 3,188 miles around the coast of England in 251 days. This trip 33 miles from CHARLESTOWN to St MAWES with guest walker Elizabeth joining in for 14 miles of the South West Coast Path. Watch out for Kida from Atlantis…..

CAUTION – I am having internet issues – some may say operator error;  this latest blog is in draft form only.  In particular Guest Content has been compromised and is  incomplete.

    Keep returning to this Episode 88 and eventually you may get the full two fat ladies… marilyn harbour at Mevagissey

The Harbour at Mevagissey


Map courtesy of English Nature with my Crimson Worms stretching to get to Land’s End first; the Northern Worm at St Ives; the Southern Worm at St Mawes (Falmouth).

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Dear Rosie, Lauren, Stan, Jakie, Rowan and Maisie,

Today is Uncle Donald’s Birthday – we won’t say HOW old because that makes Nanny and Bobl uncomfortable. For his birthday, amongst other things he got a new office. Before his birthday we all celebrated with an intellectual visit to Hay on Wye Book Festival. The first to suffer from your collective artificial intelligence was the HAY sign below

DSC_1639.JPGRosie and Maisie, oldest and youngest share an ‘H’; Stanley is an ‘A’ Student;  Why Rowan?;  and Lauren and Jakie are thirty between them.

We learnt that security were mainly checking to see if everyone had read the books purchased last year. Consequently our party was not complete…

Maybe if Elizabeth keeps improving her Poetry she’ll be in line for Children’s Laureate next year, sadly Lauren Child beat her to it this year. But kids , you’re in for a treat later with another rhyming effort, and maybe you might find a shaggy dog story from the Cornish Ferryman embellished by Bobl..

Let’s start as we finished with the  ferry  boat ride into St Mawes from St Anthony’s Head


Kida – Cornish for Ferryboatdog Ice  Princess, plying her trade  across the St Mawes Harbour. Originally teams of up to six larger outboard  Ferryboatdogs used to swim in harness pulling the ferryboat to Atlantis, but mutinied because  crabs kept nipping them. Then they bred a smaller inboard inbred dog like Kida who powered the ferry boats purely on flatulence and  tail wagging. It was never advisable to sit downwind in a Sou-Westerly.


Kida can operate with only one crew, similar to that above, usually fed sufficient to coerce passengers to tie lines and put out fenders. Sometimes, when berthing, they train their crew to throw mooring hooks into eyelets, for which they are rewarded with biscuits. Obviously Kida has a crew with a good eye  and accurate throw, and a penchant for choc digestives.. and we saw Atlantis at low tide.

Resting with Cornish Pasty, awaiting embarkation at the wrong jetty, they needed extra draught to board overweight passengers such as Bobl; other passengers found the right queue;  and mid-cruise approaching  St Mawes. We enjoyed it so much that we stayed aboard to return to St Anthony’s Head. We were boarded later by irate crabs looking for dogs to nip, but Kida had cunningly disguised herself as a dogfish. Fortunately crabs can’t smell.  Like Bobl.  Bobl’s got no nose. How does he smell?



And now back to the beginning…. at Charlestown Harbour

I started with a Cornish pasty at the Tallships café also selling Cornish ice cream and clotted cream and reflected why, after all this exercise I still had a paunch.


Despite the weight handicap, and leaving the Back up Nanny,  I strode out of Charlestown around St Austell Bay passing Lower and Higher Porthpean to delightfully named Blackhead

Porthpean Beach                                              and St Austell Bay

and looking north and south from Black Head

Arriving at Megavissey, some might say Mevagissey.

Awaiting rendezvous  with Elizabeth at Mevagissey, she joined in for 14 miles, punctuated by rest in Marilyn’s back up Vera.

Rendezvous accomplished – next stop Gorran Haven. Notice the fluorescent gear, just in case RNLI are called out to search for us in overcast conditions.


Probably Chapel Point…..definitely memory issues..

Leaving Gorran Haven and progressing  to Bow or Vault Beach


Meeting Jurgen and Angelica from Heidelberg at Stone Cross, Dodman Point. Many Germans have visited this area highlighted by a German TV show at weekends. We must have met over fifty in all. We later met Jurgen and Angelica again in Mevagissey eating fish and chips from the same chippie and again as we adjourned to a local bar, where they fully approved of the local brews. Hope you enjoyed the Cotswolds J and A !

Portloe rendezvous with Marilyn and resting guest missed by minutes – maybe hours – so changed to re-rendezvous at  Gwendra and or Carne Beach, whichever hale well met first

Approaching Nare Head and Gull Rock off shore not forgetting to look back at where I have been walking. Enlarging the RHS photo would bring into view the Stone Cross on Dodman Point

And now it’s  head down, best foot forward for Portscathoe and St Anthony Head before meeting the ferry  at Place

We know our Place, where we ended up before taking the ferry to St Mawes and the lawn is more expensive to hire as a venue than the House. According to the intelligencia aboard the ferry, in between mouthsful of biscuits.

We now come to the guest content, which is causing me compatibility issues as in Beta Max/ VHS or, my era, Triang/Hornby .

I did have a rant about Brexit and England – but I just can’t be bothered any more.

Stay with me and we’ll have the Guest issues resolved before you can say ‘Elizabeth’

Here we go…..

I was forced to watch an Episode of Poldark. I really can’t see what all the fuss is about. Reminded me of Chelsea F C – All posturing, posing, poor acting and prostration (- can’t use ‘diving’ as it’s  had the ‘p’ taken out of it).


‘Deepest Poldark Country Again’


It’s June along the Coastal Path,

The gorse and ferns are tall.

Kestrels and Buzzards swirling above,

Bob stillO’England and it’s up tails all.


Pasties and juicy apples,

Coffee, Flakes and Nuts,

Contribute to his daily fuel,

And guide him through the ruts!


Slushy green undergrowth,

And fields full of lambs,

Bob and Elizabeth make their way

Slowly over sands.


Marilyn has a brand new skill,

(Not just providing driving and sustenance)

It’s counselling for walkers!

Provides encouragement and care,

For very tired talkers.


Cornwall looked at its best this week,

Blue skies, on layers of green,

Elizabeth looked for her Poldark again –

But he was nowhere to be seen!


High above the narrow paths,

The coastguard chopper whirrs,

Bob completed another 30 miles,

Of the coastline he prefers.


It is back to Cornwall once again(June 24th),

But Bob is on a roll,

Will any of you  be able to join us?

To contribute to his goal?


ELIZABETH ABBOT WATKINS.        Erratum – it was 33 miles actually – Ed!


And now more  pictures from the Abbot-Watkins collection……..

At Gorran Haven; then Caerhays Castle; Rosevine where Elizabeth’s son Hugh got married recently; Elizabeth at Portscatho posing and Bobl eating another Pasty.


And below – a rare moment where Nanny rests from Back-up driver duties in Vera; or Pasty Provision; or mobile restroom for weary poets.


There were more but I’m having real problems with the editing, so here endeth the Episode.

Anyone with experience of WordPress get in touch – URGENT!

Back Soon.


STILL0ENGLAND/87 – 249 Days walking 3,155 miles around the perimeter of England. This trip, I walked seventy miles in Cornwall over six days from Harlyn Beach to St Ives, of which Stan did 13 miles in one day.




I’ve walked all that………and experienced the blues.



Dear Rosie, Lauren, Stan, Jake, Rowan and Maisie,

I clearly remember fantastic Brisbane blue as one deep solid blue colour, maybe two , as the sky and the sea were obviously not the same; but I  never realised how many different colours blue there  were, until I visited Cornwall. And how clear and bright the light was.  It reflects from the sea and sand.  I covered up and used sunscreen, with my battered Brisbane sunhat, but still came away several shades darker.  You must go one summer and experience it for yourselves. There are still a few more trips left for me  to complete on the Cornish Peninsular, so pester your parents, more than usual and come along. When the sun is shining.  All budding artists must make it compulsory, Lauren! We can take you on the next trip. Hotels! Not camping.  Nanny is going, too.



Here’s some Arithmetic and Geography homework,for Halfterm .


As I was going to St Ives,

I met a man with seven wives,

Each wife had seven sacks,

Each sack had seven cats,

Each cat had seven kits.

Kits, cats,, sacks and wives,

How many were there going to St Ives?


Answers on a postcard please to

Mr Macavity, Cats Migration League, Feline Lane,  Padstow, Mewlyn

St Austel, St Just, St Agnes,  St Erth  or  anywhere but St Ives.     Clue……,


PROGRESS – Map courtesy of  Natural England, with my completed route overlaid in CrimsonScan_20170526.jpg

The Northern Crimson Worm has slithered to St Ives, within 24 miles of  Land’s End, whilst its Southern counterpart is still run aground around Charlestown and 111 miles adrift but well into Cornwall. If I  add in Berwick to Wallsend then the total left to complete the circumnavigation of England is probably 200 miles, with no getting lost.


Slightly indistinct on the Cornish Peninsular, but at least the midlands blizzard has dissipated.


Six days walking on the South West Coast Path in Cornwall from  Harlyn near Padstow to St Ives has worn me out, just in time for half term holidays.  I covered 70 miles and the weather, which started very misty – almost rain – became warmer and eventually found me shedding my boots, trousers rolled up, walking in the surf to keep cool. I got a bit lost in my thoughts and the recollections come through intermittently which is reflected in my ramblings.  There’s too much going on in six days and seventy miles for it all to be recorded accurately. With that in mind read on….

The first two nights, we stayed at Old McDonald’s Farm near Porthcothan, which had a full range of animal and wheeled attractions,and clock golf, which Stan had all to himself. The rest of the time I spent at Trevella Campsite, again very quiet as it was out of season. I can imagine both sites heaving now that we approach half term holidays.  DSC_1412DSC_1482

Throughout this trip and all around Cornwall the buses and drivers have been superb. I used 47, 56, 87 and T1 Routes and referred constantly to the excellent Kernow Local Bus Guide.




The first day walking out on my own, starting from Harlyn Beach, I rounded Trevose Head and I reached Porthcothan Beach.






On day two, Donald and Stan had arrived and  kept me company for the stretch between Porthcothan and Newquay, walking thirteen miles in a day. Stan was rewarded with a hilarious double decker return  bus drive through the narrowest of Cornish lanes, with unlopped trees  crashing on the roof and sides, whilst unnerved motorists twisted, turned and reversed (a lost art) to keep out of the bus’s  way. One householder was too busy felling his own trees to notice the bus was delayed by his wheelbarrow and branches blocking the lane. Stan’s verdict; very brilliant bus journey; better than Alton Towers.DSC_1445.JPG

Stan driving to our tented home, from the top deck front seat.







Sunday was a day of walking rest, nearly. We visited Porthcothan Beach, and were fascinated to find many caves for Stan to explore and rocky crags for Donald to climb while leaving Stan’s name for posterity, on a rock half way up the outcrop. Then the promised swim; Stan and Donald managed to get fully wet but I had difficulty going in beyond my ankles , although Stan thought it good fun to splash me.

He’s a natural speiliologist – with me tagging on behind not able to get through some of the small crevices that didn’t bother Stan.



And then we changed from beach mode; Stan and Donald headed home and I continued to Trevella Camp site and pitched the tent in a very spacious but empty campsite. And no noisy Stan. Quite lonely.

So here are Donald’s contributions to the picture gallery;

And some more

And finally








Next time out on the The Walk -Back to the ferry across the River Gannel


Resuming walking after leaving the car in the care of National Trust at Crantock, I took the ferry across the River Gannel to Pentire  and Towan Head and back to the ferry which had now morphed into a bridge at very low tide.

Further down stream there appears to be a stand off whilst no one does anything positive about  making safe a historic breakwater where the River enters the sea. The tides and river flow combining to alter the river bed and create potential danger to swimmers and surfers alike. Will no one do anything until there is loss of life?  It seems no one can criticise for fear of retribution. In my brief stay, I could find no one of authority from RNLI,  nor Duchy of Cornwall, nor National Trust who might tell me what the solution might be, or even if there was a problem, which the locals claim there to be. I will undertake to get some responses and hope the lack of action is because nothing needs to be done.  None of my business? Why not?

I have been asked to use my status to kick start a discussion, while all that is happening the breakwater is getting more broken.  I haven’t had a rant for a while.

Watch this space.




Back to the matter in hand – or on foot, as it were..  heading South from Crantock I clocked up various prominent heads or points and inlets, walking 14 miles to St Agnes;

West Pentire Point; Porth Joke was funny; Kelsey  Head; Holywell Bay; Penhale And Liggar Point where old Tin Mines and MoD remains remained quite untidily; not out of focus, just the sea spray.



vast Perran Beach and Penhale Sands; Perranporth and its Airport inland from Cligga Head;

and finishing the day at Peterville well short of St Agnes Head -my target, but I was too tired.





Woke up early to the dreadful news from Manchester Arena about the suicide bomber , many youngsters involved. I remember passing St Agnes Head in mist  and similarly Porthtowan , which cleared by the end of the day at Portreath following a very subdued walk. With buses back to car and camp.

I lost track of time and distance and had to be persuaded that I had one full day left before departure. Something is going on, which I find difficult to explain. I don’t know where it’s going..but read on for more serendipity or whatever   it is?




The next day’s weather was altogether different; immediate sunshine which got hotter and brighter as the day progressed. This was when I resorted to surf walking, boots slung around my shoulders and trousers rolled up; but hesitant to go topless as I already looked  the nomadic traveller and my waist to neck isn’t a pretty sight. More a bomb site. This connected I was subdued by the deaths of 22 youngsters; whereas I had always previously felt very, very lucky surviving my own personal explosion. I keep a picture just to remind me. As if that were necessary. I just don’t use mirrors. Ok. So explain the next day!