Mortehoe to Braunton – Christ I’m Tired

Let’s hear the moans of an old gimmer.

It was a bit cold last night so I didn’t sleep well.

What’s new you ill-equipped old fart?

Then the walk today was up and down and long.

It’s the South West Coast Path you pillock. Walk round the Serpentine if you want short and flat!

And it’s cold again tonight and a bit windy.

What’s new you ill-equipped old fart?

The campsite was close to the Path so I packed up, dropped down and started walking. There you go. Well, there I was gone.

What can you write that doesn’t feel like a repeat of previous publications?

What’s new you ill-equipped old fart?

OK. I think this is only going one way now. You and I my dear reader have just walked half a mile from the campsite, and the lighthouse at Bull Point has emerged from the cliffs.

As has my first sight of a seal colony.

The day is cool, not cold. Slightly breezy but not windy. Spitting but not raining. Round Morte Point the size of Woolacombe bay spread out in front of me.

Approaching the village it became more lovely.

I celebrated with a pasty and a hot chocolate for breakfast. Well, brunch actually because I had a cold tin of beans for breakfast.

Taking a higher track across the cliffs, rather than the dunes or the beach, I made good time to the far end.

The next view back was Croyde Bay. The hills are becoming smaller for a while.

Round towards Saunton the length of the cliffs past Westward Ho! and out towards Hartland Point was intimidating. But that is the remaining westerly impediment to heading southerly to Cornwall. I couldn’t get it on a single photo and it was distant so not too impressive. Unlike the Union Jack flying over Saunton Sands.

I stuck to the Coast Path heading inland towards Braunton and the gorse was coming into bloom. Even without a full bloom the smell was wonderful.

Then on the path and on road to my next campsite.

Sixty miles done, 551 to go.

Night night.