My last day.
I had planned to leave in the morning and stop off somewhere along the way home. But as it dawned a gorgeously sunny and warm day, and as I still had what should have been the first part of my walk to do, I couldn't resist sticking around and completing the missing link in my South West Coast Path wander.
I bought a croissant for breakfast and walked down a lane at the side of the church to reach the coast path. Morte Point was to my right and Woolacombe to my left. I set off towards Woolacombe musing on the back-to-front-ness of my walk: I was walking the first day's walk on my last day and the last bit of the day's walk first. It might not be ideal but at least I didn't have any annoying niggly bits missed out.
Once in Ilfracombe I bought a sandwich for my lunch and wandered down to the seafront to look for the coast path. I could see where I'd finished walking when I arrived in Ilfracombe last year, but couldn't see where the path continued. After a bit of wandering I got the map out and figured it out properly.
The path left Ilfracombe by winding up through a residential area with regular panoramic views back to Ilfracombe. At one point, peering over the wall, I could see down to one of the tunnel beaches. These beaches are only accessible via a series of tunnels for which there is a charge. The beach I could see looked very nice with a decking area and loungers. It would probably be quite nice to spend a lazy few hours here on a hot day, so maybe I'll check them out properly sometime.
|Walking towards Lee|
|A glimpse of Lee Bay|
|Bull Point Lighthouse|
Part way round I spotted my first seal. I watched it for a while bobbing about, disappearing and reappearing some way away. Then a second one appeared. They were lovely to watch, but moved far too fast for me to take a good photo. They seemed to sense when I was about to press the shutter and would duck under the water so I'd either get a picture of empty sea or a picture of a blurred blob.
An elderly man stopped to chat to me and pointed out an oystercatcher nest on the rocks. Both the male and female were around and taking it in turns to sit on the nest.
|Morte Point looking towards Woolacombe Sands|
Eventually I had to draw myself away and walk the last stretch along the coast before turning inland and heading back to the village of Mortehoe and my van. Turning back I had one last lingering look and one last photo before leaving the coast for this year.
Back in Mortehoe I treated myself to an ice-cream before starting the long drive back to Manchester.