It took us a train and two buses today to get to our starting point at Pagham for our walk back to Littlehampton. Our start points are getting further and further away as we conquer this Sussex coastline. I have to say that on today’s stretch we saw the most magnificent of beachfront properties – hotel like in their size and grandeur – beating previous days, in fact I’d say the most impressive I’ve seen in this country. And all so individual – I wanted to move into every one of them.
Setting off from Pagham – on the shingle
It would have been a perfect walk had it not been for the dreaded shingle – sadly a bit too much of it today. At first it felt like a good leg work out but the novelty soon wore off and towards the end we were a couple of grumpy OAPs moaning about our knees, hips, feet and blisters. It was interspersed with some solid path too and wherever we could we legged it down to the sandy shoreline which is always my favourite.
Still on our way to find the coast path – such a feeling of AutumnResorted to shoreline walking wherever we could – there were a series of man-made baysWalked through Bognor Regis – the esplanade area seemed lovelyWouldn’t be the seaside without beach hutsButlins popping out from behind the barrierA stunning bird displayLittlehampton Golf CourseThe final bridge to cross …
Still, the day passed without incidence, apart from fatigue (think it might be catching up on me) and at a slower pace we finally reached the port of Littlehampton – the end was in sight. Just a stroll across the bridge and down to the station, clocking up exactly 11 miles. Discovering we had 50 minutes to wait for the next train, we dragged our weary bodies a little further into town where we rewarded ourselves with tea and doughnuts from Greggs. A pure sugar rush of delight … thoughts of that painful shingle melted away.
We were blessed today to be joined on our walk by Hannah, aka Miss Keely – Milton Keynes’ most loved primary school teacher. Hannah kindly picked us up in Hove and drove us to Worthing which gave us a head start – it was just a matter then of a bus to Littlehampton. The combination of it being Sunday bus times and, the number 11 bus we boarded taking us around the houses, meant that we got to our start somewhat later than we had estimated … oh we laughed! But the pretty Marina was our starting point and although a little overcast it all pointed towards being a positive day.
Setting off from Littlehampton Marina … with Hannah
Now I have to confess, the next 8 miles over the next 3 hours absolutely flew by because I think, Hannah and I particularly, hardly came up for air – we had SO much to catch up on. Steve got an occasional word in too. We kept the walk at an easy pace and just enjoyed each others’ company. But I was aware of this coastal stretch being scenic and pleasant underfoot – luckily Steve was concentrating a little more and capturing the essence of this stretch with his fabulous photos. There was everything – sea views, colourful beach huts, beachfront properties to make us green with envy, sailing competitions and general prettiness.
More beach hutsSome of the beachside properties were outstanding – so hope that they’re lived in!Hannah and I putting the world to rights!This was a display on one of the toilet blocks walls – knitted fishes
Before we knew it we were strolling down the promenade into Worthing and it was a fantastic opportunity to take in more of this glamorous seaside town. The sun had fully come out by now and we were being treated to that wonderful seaside feel-good factor. We did search for a cup of tea, honestly, but it was very busy and the only seat we could find was by “Shrimpley the Best” beach hut, selling seafood and soft drinks/alcohol only. So wine and beer it was.
Worthing promenadeCheers – “Shrimpley the Best”
So the walk from Littlehampton to Worthing was just over 8 miles – would definitely recommend it as a pleasant walk. But far better than the coastline miles clocked up was the value of great company – walking might be good for the legs but friendship is so good for the heart. Always treasured. xxx
We drove down to Sussex yesterday afternoon to take up residence in our latest house-sit in the Aldrington area of Hove. Imagine my surprise when we ventured out for a walk to find that my best friend Anne’s old house is just 200 yards away – have had many fun times in this area in years gone by! Once again we’re lucky to be staying in a beautiful house (my usual house envy has kicked in!) and we’re caring for two gorgeous small cats, Jack and Zena, who have come all the way from Singapore. They were a little wary at first but have now settled in with us and love loads of attention, playtime and lap cuddles.
Zena and Jack
Today, Sunday, we got straight down to business and walked the coast path from Hove to Newhaven. 12 miles of gorgeousness. And for October, the weather was just stunning – the sky was blue, the sun was out and there was a sightly chill wind which stopped us overheating, just perfect. Steve had even organised the direction to have the wind at our back – he’s just a genius!!!
Setting off from Hove promenade – a beautiful day x
Loved the promenade walk from Hove to Brighton – there’s so much to see. The picturesque rows of pastel and stripey beach huts with the magnificent Regency and Edwardian architecture looming behind. Quirky bars, cafes, shops and galleries and the very best of people watching. Compared to our last stint of coastal walking it was just Heaven to be around so much human life! The sea was wild today and green of colour – don’t think I’ll be taking a dip anytime soon, although there were some brave folk sporting dry robes on the promenade, hands clenched around mugs of hot drinks.
The Mods were out and about with their shiny scooters
So an easy flat and interesting promenade walk for the first 6 miles. As we were passing the posh marina area I had a call from Hannah to say she’d meet us at the cafe in Ovingdean, just a mile away. She asked if we had waterproofs and I couldn’t believe that the weather would change to rain. But I soon saw what she meant – the tide was high and the sea was splashing over the sea wall with great enthusiasm! There was lots of screaming from walkers and cyclists as they got a drenching but Steve calmly suggested “it’s all about timing” as we manoeuvred our way along, narrowly missing potential soakings. Pure luck – no skill involved!
Brighton MarinaQuite a splash
It was fabulous to catch up with Hannah over coffee in Ovingdean. We had so much to chat about – some ears must have been burning! We haven’t seen each other for about six years when Hannah visited us at our very first house-sit in Norfolk. Sounds like retired life on this beautiful coast is idyllic – walking, volunteering, art classes, rock choir and lots of coffees and lunches – a world apart from stressful classrooms! Hopefully we’ll meet up again over this fortnight and we have other lovely friends to catch up with too – such busy bees.
Hannah walked with us for a while before heading back home to Rottingdean. As advised, at Saltdean we left the promenade and started on a very different section of coastal path – big hills, grass terrain, unpopulated and stunning views. The sea was somewhat calmer and turquoise/blue in colour – could have been tempted to dip a toe. We strolled the rolling hills through Peacehaven and then onto Newhaven where we ended for today, treating ourselves to tea and pistachio and chocolate cannelloni – scrumptious. 12 more miles in the bag and a thoroughly enjoyable day.
Now I’m not exaggerating when I say that we’ve been pondering on this stretch of coastline for the last three years, since we were last up this way. I’ve witnessed Steve agonising over maps, websites and other walkers’ blogs for hours on end, trying to find a solution to how we could achieve this without forking out large sums of money for taxis (up to £100) or walking a crazy amount of miles in one go. Well, the big man found a solution and today was the day we did it.
It was the discovery of CallConnect buses that enabled us to complete the jigsaw puzzle, matching up times with local buses and some driving too. But Steve’s logistics proved perfect once again.
Callconnect – our hero of the day!Not all heroes wear capes!!
We drove to Sutton Bridge and our first CallConnect bus dropped us off right at the path at Gedney Drove End (a lovely chatty driver) … and he let us use our bus passes, even though it was only 9 o’clock! Easy embankment wall to start, veering right after a mile and on to Ministry of Defence land … and then miles of being warned about DANGER!! Unexploded bombs – risk of Death. Fire Risk. DANGER – overhead cables, could cause death. DANGER – risk of falling. DANGER – risk of drowning. And to add to the atmosphere there were jet fighters overhead, presumably training …. swooping down then making steep vertical ascents and creating thunderous crunching type noises. It was actually an amazing airshow and we were lucky to have free ringside seats.
The irony though was that it was the most sublime terrain – tarmac for 3 miles and the rest was a perfectly mowed grass embankment wall. We could even look up and take in the scenery, without fear of stumbling – normally I have my eyes glued to the ground watching for hazards. Some stunning agricultural land to the left … Steve was particularly impressed with the stripes (obviously not quite as good as his lawn). And it was a perfectly sunny day – blue skies with little puffs of white cloud – and a fresh breeze to stop us overheating …. just perfect.
Strangely, there was a noticeable absence of birdlife (they must have heard about the DANGER) but we were treated to plenty of butterfly flutter-bys.
It was a very isolated day on the path, very few walkers. We stumbled across a bench about 5 miles in so stopped for lunch and re-energised. We had figured today was going to be 14 miles so had come with plenty of food, drink and snacks and intended to make regular stops. My energy levels still aren’t back to normal so wanted to push myself but be prepared at the same time. I’d even squirrelled away a pocket full of starbursts for emergencies!
There was one bench on this whole stretch and it was perfect timing for lunch!
About 9 miles in, it became a bit of a physical and mental challenge – as beautiful as it was, it was all so much of the same and seemed to stretch on endlessly ahead. But of course we soldiered on and had such a Brucie Bonus when we discovered it was actually 12 miles and not 14. So, Fosdyke Bridge finally ticked off and we’ve learnt a whole load about local public transport!!
Another island walk today and we chose a sunny but blustery day to tread the high and exposed embankment loop. It was fine when the wind was behind us but a little more arduous when walking into it. Great paths though – so well maintained and much appreciated.
I’m still not 100% well so agreed to be part rambler/part chauffeur today – handy also in that the island is somewhat remote in terms of public transport. This being a large nature reserve, we parked up in the RSPB car park and, in the absence of any other walkers or twitchers, we got talking to the friendly RSPB man. He was so helpful in showing us the route on a map, informed us that the path was easygoing (I put my walking pole back) and pointed to his collection of wildlife photos. Amongst the pictures of birds, hares and butterflies my eyes were drawn to a photo of a snake! “Oh yes, we have adders here” he casually said, “You’ll find them basking on the sea walls.” And so a lot of heavy stomping went on today, to warn those pesky slithery things that ‘the Rambling Roses are coming, you better skedaddle!’
Besides that worry, it was a beautifully scenic walk, and as promised a huge variety of birds, colourful wild flowers and lots of perfectly tiny blue butterflies everywhere. We saw seals basking and swimming in the shallow waters too – always a treat.
Seals basking in the sunshine x
Not sure how we did it but the island walk turned out to be a mile or two longer than estimated and the last stretch by the marina was particularly narrow and high. My energy levels were dipping by this time and I felt extra wobbly, had to concentrate fully so as not to tip over the edge. 9 miles in and I was really flagging – we could see the car parked in the distance and I was willed on by the thought of cheese and pickle sandwiches awaiting us.
And like the bull worry a few days ago, no adders crossed our path today – thank the Lord!
After our picnic lunch, Steve walked on to the pretty village of Paglesham. I donned my chauffeur hat and drove there, parked up in the shade and enjoyed my book for an hour until my fellow rambler completed his 12 miles for the day.
That completes our walking for this little breakaway to Essex. Steve has walked 80 miles in that time – I’ve only managed half of that!
We have loved the area, loved the exquisite house we’ve been staying in and absolutely fallen in love with Bertie – the resident ginger cat. Mary and Doug have said we can come back anytime and I have a strong suspicion we’ll be taking them up on that offer. “Au revoir” as they say, “until we meet again.”
Loved this area of EssexThe gorgeous Bertie – loves having his tummy rubbed xx
A rather pleasant day today although walking 15+ miles after a 3 mile parkrun does make for a lengthy day … even more so because my normal walking buddy decided to rest up.
So it was a day walking either side of the River Roach, accompanied by a cacophony of cuckoo sound and the absolute treat of watching not just one game of cricket but two!
It’s unusual to see one game of village cricket these days let alone two but it appears that Rochford CC, a small Essex village, are able to do just that! Lucky them and lucky me.
Anyway enough sport distraction, this is a tale from the river bank – a gloriously sunny day, spectacular estuary views, birds a-plenty and a bus back home for dinner, having been dropped off in Paglesham by Mrs R just four hours earlier.
Along this coast we’ve seen shells used as decoration and thought they may have been washed up by the tide – but inland this is surely the largest pile of shells ever seen?They even make farm roads from the shells!Shells from the opposite bank.
Whilst being recognised as the England Coastal Path it seems that not many folks have walked along this section, although in late spring the grass and cow parsley is in full growth mode, making it almost a case of wading through the waist high undergrowth! The views though are amazing and can be doubly appreciated as you walk the other side of the river on the way back. This Essex coastline has endless such inlets to be covered.
I have to say, our coastal path walking has highlighted that parts of this delightful small island we live on remains pretty much undiscovered … you can walk for miles with not another person in sight. A lonely 15 miles completed, just the birds, cricket and sea shells to keep me company!!
Thursday 8th May 2025 – 80th Anniversary of VE Day
We thought our house-sit was in Leigh-on-Sea but it turned out to be in nearby Thorpe Bay, an equally pleasant part of the Essex Coastline. The house we are staying in is pretty wonderful, we shall be languishing in 5* luxury for the next 9 days. And we have the delightful company of a ginger tom called ‘Bertie’ who is easygoing and low maintenance – his only requirements are to be fed plenty and to receive frequent tummy rubs. We’ve struck lucky.
Bertie – a little camera shy!
We arrived yesterday afternoon and, after a thorough introduction to the house, our very lovely hosts Mary and Doug took us out for a scrumptious meal in a nearby Turkish restaurant. It was a great opportunity for us all to feel comfortable with each other … after a couple of glasses of wine and whole deal of chatting, it was like saying goodbye to long lost friends as we waved them off on their holiday to Portugal.
Not to moan but I’ve been unwell for some weeks now – just a cold/cough but hugely lacking in energy – I’m beginning to wonder if it’s long covid because I just can’t seem to shake it. I had thought I’d leave Steve to do the walking on this trip, and I could just relax and enjoy the sea air. But waking up to a sunny day and knowing it was a flat walk, I thought I’d ease my body back into some exercise – it could be just the cure I needed.
Our accommodation is a short walk from the promenade at Thorpe Bay so that was our official start for the day. It’s strange to think that the water is the Thames – with the sand and the beach huts it looks just like any seaside. There were even some swimmers at various points, emerging from their daily constitutions, clad in the compulsory dry robes and crocs. I take my hat off to each and every one of them.
Starting off from Thorpe Bay
It was an easy promenade stroll where we could relish in envy at the stunning beachfront properties – there’s clearly some money in these parts. Continuing on we met the contrast of Southend-on-Sea with its garish amusements, funfairs and casinos – having said that it was still smart and interesting to walk through, certainly plenty of things to do. And then on to the pretty area of Leigh-on-Sea with its famous seafood restaurants – Steve’s excited for his cockles and whelks!
Don’t jump!!Colourful SouthendLeigh-on-Sea
This was 6 miles in and I was beginning to flag – I considered stopping off and letting Steve carry on without me. However, we took sustenance in the decking area of ‘The Galley’ – turned out a soothing mug of cappuccino and a bacon, avocado and tomato panini gave me the boost I needed to soldier on, and I’m so glad I did.
Just past here we took in the 3 mile walk around ‘Two Tree Island’ – a pretty nature reserve that also provides a setting for model plane enthusiasts. As we walked through the colourful and pungent flora we were accompanied by the whizzing noises overhead – interspersed with real aircraft flying low as they made their descents into Southend Airport. There were definitely more than two trees on the island – apparently the name comes from when the land was first reclaimed.
We picked up a path just off the island which became a generously proportioned sea defence wall with pretty views either side, absolutely gorgeous. We enjoyed this 3 mile walk into Benfleet where our station awaited us. We passed the bridge which will tomorrow take us onto our ramble around Canvey Island. And so back to Thorpe Bay where we relaxed in the very lovely garden and soaked up some afternoon sunshine.
Steve in his happy place!
Not sure if it’s cured me but it was a great day and we have 12 more miles ticked off.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day. Not a lot of evidence of the occasion on the path today apart from some Pogues music blaring out from a seafront bar in Ingoldmells and a rather tiddly lady wearing a green felt hat on the bus.
Today we drove to Mablethorpe to start our walk to Skegness, knowing we could get the bus back. Back in the land of public transport! The drive takes us 1 hour 20mins from our accommodation in Hull and along some winding country lanes with deep eaus (colloquial name for ditches) either side, so luckily today completes this section. Again, we parked up in the Seal Sanctuary car park.
Mablethorpe beach
And what an absolute joy, after one mile’s walk along the road into the seafront of Mablethorpe, we had miles of easy and pleasurable promenade strolling. It’s marvellous to be able to look around and take in the views of the sea and golden sands without having to watch your every footstep as we do on most of the other coastal path terrains … keeping a lookout for trip hazards, coastal erosion … or snakes!!
Occasionally we hit a few yards of soft sand where the wind had blown it over onto the path and this seemed to get worse and worse. Then we spotted a digger ahed, clearing the sand from the path – what a hero. As we neared, we paused behind waiting for him to stop and wave us through. After a good 10 minutes he was still clearing away so we carefully sidled our way past, only to be subjected to a torrent of abuse from an old chap with no teeth but a fine set of shiny earings – the digger driver – “You could have warned me. Are you stupid?” Our heckles rose but we bit our tongues and without making eye contact kept walking forward.
The angry man in his digger
We’d walked 6 miles by now and there were absolutely no public toilets open – they don’t open till Good Friday! So we were thankful to come across ‘The Vista at the Boatshed’ cafe, where we could both relieve and refresh ourselves. We were sat enjoying a cappuccino in the sun when who parks up and comes marching in but the digger driver …. we thought he had chased us down. Luckily he completely ignored us and left with his takeout coffee in hand.
After a little farmland walking we were taken on to sand dunes and today they were pretty much soft sand the whole way, which is tough especially on already tired legs. We soldiered on, stopping at 9 miles for our picnic lunch to re-energise. From there it was more soft sand dunes until we eventually reached promenade once again and that we relished. There was a 400 yard interlude of more soft sand as the sea defence path had been reclaimed by the golf course – we did divert to the beach but saw a way back onto the path – didn’t realise we were being naughty till we reached the end!!
By the time we realised it was too late!
When we passed Butlins we felt sure we were near but the views of the pier kept stretching ahead. Then finally, after 5 hours 16 minutes of walking and having burnt 1,688 calories, we arrived at Skegness Pier, having achieved 16.37 miles.
Finally approaching Skegness PierLooking windswept and exhausted at the end of 16+ miles …
Probably about 2/3 promenade to 1/3 soft sand I’d say – a fabulous walk all the same … just a tad too long!!
…. and this sunny weekend it was the lovely David Jockel (DJ) that came to our aid. Without a second car, this section would have been so difficult to complete – or would have involved SO many extra (non-coastal path) miles to get to start and finish points. David drove from his Lincoln home on Saturday to meet us in Cleethorpes, joining us for the parkrun and then stayed with us all day to walk a section of the path, enabling us to have a car at each end. Sadly Ros couldn’t join us due to car troubles – we missed you so much Ros and I particularly missed our ‘walk and talk’ and being told off for being too slow!! The boys were so good though, they kept pace with me most of the way.
The three amigos setting off from sunny Cleethorpes
We filled up with breakfast in a seafront cafe before leaving Cleethorpes. It was an easy promenade walk to get us started and, being a bright weekend morning, it was fabulous to see so many people about – families, dog walkers … even folk without dogs! We walked on a path alongside the mud flats for a while until we spotted that things were beginning to get a bit marshy. So, with some jumping and getting feet a little wet and muddy, we picked our way back to a more solid path.
A definite lack of coastal path signage today meant that there were several decisions to be made – some of these turned out well, others didn’t. Where we gained mileage by finding unexpected bridges in places, and choosing sand dunes over inland paths, we lost out again later when walking down an embankment wall that led to nowhere! Don’t you just love a U-turn!
Apart from being 4 miles longer than originally planned it was a great day of walking, it’s so flat in this area. And as a reward, David treated us to a stunningly delicious ice-cream from ‘Applebys Ice-Cream Parlour’ in Conisholme, on our way back to fetch our car. All was well in our world … or was it!!?
Just as we reached our car in Cleethorpes, Steve made the discovery that he had left his camera with zoom lens in the car park at Donna Nook, where he’d sat for a few minutes to recover and record his day’s activity on Strava. We were convinced it would be gone but made the hour’s drive back to look anyway, we had to. We were flabbergasted and so grateful to find it was there – some wonderful person had even tucked it in against the post to obscure it a little. Prayers answered and all was well again!
12 miles of walking plus 3 miles running at Parkrun.
Getting ready for the Cleethorpes Parkrun
Sunday 16th March 2025
We met up with David in Mablethorpe, at the Seal Sanctuary car park. Bonus – it was free as out of season! David then drove us to where we finished off yesterday in Donna Nook, leaving Steve and I to tackle the coastal path as two, once again.
I have to say that overall it was a pleasant day of walking. We didn’t see much of the sea apart from in the distance and a short glimpse at the end. The path took us along the edge of mud flats but incredibly today we had some perfect signage that guided us in and out of some unusual areas – we might have doubted ourselves if the ‘King Charles III Coastal Path’ signs hadn’t been there. We were in good hands. We were steered inland at times and walked through some interesting villages. Finding ourselves on a section of road with no pavement, we took a gamble in heading back down towards the coast, along a farm track and along the edge of a few planted fields. Our gamble luckily paid off and we made our way onto a sea defence wall.
The farm where we turned off – the farmer is clearly a collector of helicopters!
After a while this changed into an area of sand dunes, not our favourite as often soft underfoot but these were great as firm and grassy … although lined with sea-buckthorn which is extremely spiky. The dunes also provided us with some undulation – we like a bit of variety, this coastline has been very flat. We were joined in the dunes by highland ponies that are obviously being rehoused in these Lincolnshire lowlands. They didn’t seem at all phased by our presence.
WildHighland ponies on the Lincolnshire Lowlands
Another diversion inland took us through the pretty village of Saltfleet. On a bridge, a fellow walker summoned us to see the Kingfisher … but of course it flew off just before we got there! I’ve always wanted to see a Kingfisher – thwarted again. We did see a redshank there though.
Then we were back to country lanes and grassy sand dunes – it was more like a countryside walk than coastal, but not complaining, we were protected from the wind. Unfortunately, in the last section of sand dunes, we lost all signage – although we seemed to be following a path of some sort, it just went on and on like a maze, we felt like we were going round in circles. We were LOST IN THE SAND DUNES!!! I began to envisage it getting dark and us being here all night … my anxiety makes me so dramatic at times – it was only 2.30pm!! Finally we got a view of some caravans and found a way out … and best of all, it was 100 yards from our car.
The only glimpse of the sea we saw all day.
So a panicky end to a gorgeous day and … almost 13 more miles in the bag.
Thanks to DJ once again. Forever indebted to you for making this weekend’s 25 mile section doable for two old pensioners!!
Woke up to yet another beautiful blue sky day – perfect Spring weather. Up and out sharpish as today we were walking Spurn Head Spit, where tides can be an issue – we weren’t going to take any chances. Decided to drive as the bus journey was going to take two hours. Didn’t end up saving ourselves loads of that time due to tremendously stressful traffic diversion and congestion in the city – road closures – and then further on the roads were largely restricted to 30 and 40mph. We drove through some gorgeous villages though, some with magnificent churches, and it gave us a clearer picture for further days of walking.
We managed to take the last parking spot in the car park at Spurn and predicted this was going to be a busy old place. Turned out there was a European Angling Competition taking place and the anglers were all spaced out, with all the gear, along the whole stretch of beach. We got chatting to one competitor who told us the first prize was £4,000 for the weightiest cod or ray. He loved talking all things fish but seemed completely uninterested in our coastal walking chatter – funny that!! We continued our walk up the sandy beach, a little miffed that the fishermen were hogging all the firmer sand … mustn’t grumble. After two miles we were led on to a path that took us off the beach and behind some sand dunes. This shortly turned into a concrete path … being nature lovers we’re ashamed to say that we love a concrete path occasionally – today it was a lifesaver.
Setting off on today’s walk of Spurn Head SpitThe eager Anglers
Spurn is a narrow sandy spit that juts out into the Humber Estuary and curves round to the North Sea. It has a lot of history as a defence location, it has a lighthouse (open for visitors and refreshments) and a redundant lifeboat station. The spit’s main purpose now is a Wildlife Haven – you just have to be aware of the unpredictable tides that can leave you stranded. We were aiming for ‘The Point’ at the furthermost tip, so an out and back which we reckoned on being about 6 miles. We felt comfortable, although not many but other walkers heading the same way – we reckoned we’d be safe.
Spurn Pilot Station
There were glorious views the whole stretch, sea all around and sandy beaches, just wonderful. Shortly past the lighthouse, the signs for ‘The Point’ took us through a long and winding stretch of sand dunes. Steve did suggest we skip this bit and just head back but I said it was a shame to get this far without getting to ‘the point’ … ha ha! Did I ever regret that comment. Because (1) ‘The Point’ was literally a bench with one of those signposts that tells you how many miles it is to Timbuktoo and (2) after that it led us back to the beach. Now I love a beach but not walking another 4 miles of it on soft sand, I’d much rather admire it from something firmer. I confess to getting a little grumpy. If ever you find yourself on Spurn Head, take my advice … maximise the use of the concrete path.
This is ‘The Point’ of it all ….
By the time we got back to the car we had clocked up nearly 9 miles, 3 more miles than estimated. We found a spot on the beach to tuck into our picnic lunch and hot chocolate – always a great soother. We could relax while watching the anglers do their stuff – well not much really, they just seem to sit and look at their lines … saw no fish activity at all.
So, despite some grumbles and some achey legs from soft sand walking, the point is … we had another fabulous day.
The rambling roses 