The weather forecast was for heavy rain likely to cause local flooding on the roads around us. We’d left our car parked since our arrival and this news did nothing to persuade us to use it. Instead, we set off through the village to some paths the National Trust marked on their handy map showing routes through their fields toward the coast. It was local, so we could quickly return to shelter should the early rain prove too heavy as we progressed.
As it happened, we walked only half an hour in the wet and the rest of our walk was under grey skies with occasional bright patches.
The tracks included partially gravelled trails suitable for vehicles, field paths, and an interesting slow rise up what had been turned into a minor watercourse by the weather. We passed grazing ponies, wind-flattened trees, and a field striped with rows of lavender, planted no doubt to serve the shop in the visitor centre.
The coast came into view and we happened on a craftsman repairing one of the tumbled drystone walls. I’d have liked to pick his brains, as I need to build a very short length of such wall at the foot of my home garden. Unfortunately, as is the way with those engaged on such work, he preferred his own company and disappeared from sight until we’d passed by.
Our track opened onto wild clifftop heath and we gazed along the long line of cliffs before descending, via a path we’d seen on an earlier walk, to the rocks of the coast. From there, we turned and walked along the coast path back toward Worms Head, past some fascinating rock formations on the seashore.
We climbed back up the headland and caught our first sight of a group of people filming a scene for an episode of a drama called ‘A Discovery of Witches’, due for release on Sky TV, as we’d learned from our hotel receptionist. We’d spotted their large collection of trailers parked on the far side of the car park previously (you couldn’t really miss them!) Not subscribers to Sky, we’d no idea what the crew and cast were up to. It seemed to be a scene involving a rowing boat in the shallow surf of the incoming tide. I took pictures from our distance because the small figures made interesting shapes against the sand and water.
We travelled further up the hill and came across an odd piece of ancient timber surrounded by a rusting iron cage. Looked intriguing, so we asked about it at the visitor centre and discovered it’s the remains of an old winch used many decades ago in rescuing people in trouble at the foot of the cliffs.
As we progressed along the clifftop, we had different views of the filming on the beach below before we finally made it to the village. Again we lunched at the Lookout. Back to the hotel, as the rain had then set in with a vengeance and we’d definitely had the best of the day.
Day 7, and our day of departure will follow shortly.