Now that I am back on that Monday to Friday working life grind the weekends have become a thing of beauty again. Two days of complete freedom for us to spend how we like, and Liam and I the thing we love to do most is to get outside and explore the beautiful areas we are so lucky to be surrounded by. After two weekends of dreary wet weather we finally had a clear day where we could get back out there. We decided to spend the day completing the next stretch of the South West Coastal Path, 9.8 miles from Erme Estuary to Noss Mayo.
Such a great stretch of beach
Our walk began at the edge of the Erme Estuary, the tide was low so we took the opportunity to walk down to Mothecombe beach and feel the salty sea air on our skin for the first time in what felt like ages. There were only a small handful of people out on the beach, a family enjoying a picnic and, towards the shore, an older couple taking a stroll hand in hand as the tide rolled alongside them. We peaked in a few tide pools to see what marine treasures may be hidden within, before walking back and joining onto the costal path.
On the quest to find some small and wonderful sea creatures
The first 2.5 miles before our next path marker at St Anchorite’s Rock was filled with a stunning views of Mothecombe beach behind us and a gentle morning fog lifting off of the trees to our right. A bit further along the sun started to peek through the clouds. Beyond fields filled to the brim with wildflowers we could see an array of rocky cliffs off the coast that were an absolute vision to behold. One of my favourite costal path views to date! We took a short break to admire the view and watch two kestrels glide from side to side over this beautiful vista before carrying on with our walk.
A spot that could inspire poetry from even the least creative person
The costal path led us through a field filled with a friendly and happy looking squad of cows. And, with pastures this green and views this epic, I can guarantee that they are living their best lives. After a quaint little wooden bridge, a small path led us up through a hillside coated with the most stunning blue green wheat, honestly it looked straight out of a fantasy colouring book! Not even a quarter of a way into this stretch of the costal path and all expectations were already exceeded. We rounded a bend and found ourselves looking up at St Anchorite’s Rock – quite an impressive landmark looming ahead of us!
The wind was blowing through the stalks, it felt like at any moment this could become coastal Sound of Music
Not too further along and we saw a maddeningly steep looking hill ahead, but surely that couldn’t be part of the path. The much more gentle curve around the bend has to be the way to go? The sign at the splitting of the path however confirmed that this 70 degree looking hill was indeed meant for us to climb to get up to beacon hill. We gathered our strength and began our stagger up this stair free hill. About three quarters of the way up and we had to take a breather. I sat down and dug into the hillside to make sure I didn’t tumble all the way down. As I’m sure you can gather from the tone of this post so far, the view was amazing. And if there is a hill as steep as this one further inland on Dartmoor, no doubt it would make for the best time sledding down it.
The rock below looks like it could be used as a natural amphitheater
After Beacon Hill the path became a meandering stroll through grassy fields, a caravan park by Stoke Beach and stone walls overgrown with plant life. To our right we saw the stone remains of a building that once stood overlooking the sea here, reminding us that this path has had such a long history and yet it remains so much the same for us to sit out and enjoy the same natural beauty. We found a bench that was the perfect spot to take a little picnic lunch break. We sat out facing the sea, watching a lone sail boat cruise on the crystal water enjoying our sandwiches. Eventually a fellow hikers small cute dog came up to say hello and pick up any crumbs we dropped and we took that as a sign to carry on and let the next group have this unspoiled spot.
I love watching boats sail at sea! An unbeatable lunchtime view
The last quarter of our hike took us past shores filled with blue and green waters that seriously make you do a double take and ask “is this seriously England? Not the Caribbean or the Seychelles?!” I often think to myself when faced with these moments of total awe how lucky I am to live and to have lived in places surrounded by so many incredible natural areas. Eventually we saw the Mew Stone appear on the horizon and we knew exactly where we were. The path into Noss Mayo turned inward through forested canopies of emerald leaves until we saw the iconic harbour area filled with boats and a few chilled out paddle boarders. We met up with Liam’s dad in the car park feeling sore but oh so fulfilled. This hike marked 50 miles in total for us on the SW Costal Path and we cannot wait to get back out there again!
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