Braunton to Bideford – A Flat Walk!

The hills turned flat and I set off into Braunton to find breakfast. And what a full Monty this was.

The marshes to the seaward side of Braunton were unremarkable but the main riverside path up to Barnstaple was picturesque, with old, grounded hulks being the des res of the day.

But some were too far gone to be convertible.

The weather was overcast and drizzly on occasions but not wet enough to whip out my waterproofs. There were gaps of blue appearing between the dark, restless clouds and the rucksack is heavy enough to keep me warm most of the time I’m walking.

Inland from the coastal path were marshes, where I managed to see six lesser-spotted birdwatchers in one group.

Barnstaple appeared closer and I knew I was making good time.

Its rugby ground stand confirmed what I’d been told countless times when I was in management.

Crossing the bridge over the river Taw the path turns right and runs down the far side opposite the bank that I’d walked up, then sweeps round a headland to join the estuary of the river Torridge. Before it does there are miles of marsh and beaches. Some with the Devon flag flying proudly.

Six miles out from Barnstaple is the village of Instow, where a ferry transports you over the river to Appledore at high tide. This is a legitimate Coast Path route, like many ferries that I’ll come across, but the tide is low, so that’s added six miles to my journey. Thanks a bunch you dirty tide! That’s cost me!

So I headed up river to the old bridge into Bideford. Hard walking in the chill wind, however warm the photos look.

Arriving in Bideford just in time for the last bus to my campsite I managed to grab a samosa and a sandwich. It was an early pitch, after a 30 minute walk to the site from the bus stop. Worming my way down into my sleeping bag I scoffed my scran and slept well.

Thanks Ian.

Night night.