Bigbury on Sea to Salecon

It’s Salcombe really but it sounds like Sale Con. Inspired by spending time with Chantal, who is a Frenchy, and Killer, who is Frenglish, I’m calling it Sale Con. If you put it in google translate it comes out as Dirty Bastard.

Guffawing erupts before sniggering, which descends into high pitched tittering, which gives way to schoolboy giggling, which finally surrenders to raucous laughter. Salcombe…….aa ha ha ha! Dirty Bastard aa ha ha ha!

Che drove us round to the other side of the Avon estuary from Bigbury. The ferry wasn’t working until 10am. Just 13 miles today on another sunny day. Looking back Bigbury was basking in the light.

What a section this is, but in fairness it’s all amazing, and on our doorstep. Laurie Lee just stepped out of his door near Gloucester one morning and ended up in Andalusia during the civil war. How brilliant is that?

After another headland the look back was like this.

We were making good time, and the weather has been unbelievable. A bacon sandwich helps to keep the legs working, so we did it, and carried on.

This is what used to be July weather. And the beauty was that it was beginning to get craggier.

I’m very brave. I’m not allowed to divulge my (imagined) special forces experience but I am incredibly brave.

Walking through a herd of Highland cattle scares me, so do noises, people, other animals, anything unusual and falling asleep. Cities, roads, nettles, confined spaces, open spaces. In fact it’s difficult to find a space that doesn’t frighten me. In fact I’m not brave at all. This lad made me keech myself, but we all kept walking and they ignored us.

We reached the end of a ridge and dropped down a steep slope. Whatever goes down on the South West Coast Path must go up.

Around the bend was the path to Salecon. Hooraaay!!

Through woods and by beaches.

We rocked up to the bus stop to get us back to Kingsbridge so Che could pick us up.

One of the crap phrases emerging from the 20th century was ‘rocked up’. Nevertheless I shall use it if I please and if it pleases me. Rocked up, rocked up, rocked up.

The estuary beyond Salecon was lovely.

We caught the bus to Kingsbridge, Che picked us up and drove us back to the campsite, where we cooked 2 kgs of mussels in white wine and double cream, followed by peri peri barbecued chicken. How lovely was that. VERY!!

The night was dark and delightful.

Night night.