Today I tacked the path that goes through the under cliff, a stretch of land that collapsed in a massive landslide a couple of hundred years ago and has a sort of tropical look about it - lush greenery and lots of ferns.
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| It was raining when I set off. |
I started walking at 7.30, half-convinced I wouldn’t make it to Lyme in time, what with all the dire warnings about how long it might take. As it turned out, it was probably the easiest day of walking I’ve had on this trip. There was a lot of ascent and a lot of steps (uncomfortable going up because my thigh muscles are knackered) and also coming down (sore feet as well as the thighs) but each upward stretch was fairly short. Not half as tiring as the big climbs. I only encountered four other people the whole way - two women jogging in the rain on Seaton golf course, and two 40-something pals who overtook me on the path.
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| Masses of marguerite daisies all along this bank |
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| Yum - here’s breakfast |
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| Have twigged that these are wild irises |
I got to Lyme with time to spare and made a bit of a tour of the shops. Nice town and very small. Loads of people out on the esplanade. Loads of traffic blocking the high street. Got the bus to Axminster and have just had a zonked-out sleep on the train. I’ve had to put my flip flops on as my boots were wet inside (the so-called waterproof trousers I was wearing were anything but; all they did was funnel water onto my feet).
Am reading on my phone a novel called They Came Like Swallows which is terribly sad. I almost do t want to carry on reading. I’m going to have a look at the next stretch of the coast path, ending in Exmouth. Maybe for September.
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