This was the fourth day of a 8 day holiday walking the South West Coast Path from Exmouth to Plymouth. The day started with moving camp from Upton Park at Brixham, which had been a very friendly and conveniently located site, through to Parklands at Churchstow. The weather was very misty - a sort of fog that lingered despite the constant breezes. It was clear there would be no immediate let-up so we unpitched a very wet tent then drove via Totness to Churchstow and repitched an hour later.
The village of Churchstow was a little further from the campsite than we had anticipated resulting in a 1 mile walk along busy twisting roads with no pavements or verge. Unhindered, and with the tent still to be sorted internally, we ventured down to the village in order to catch the 10:47 bus to Dartmouth where we could begin the days walk. The bus stop was located opposite the church and although there was 10 minutes to spare on our arrival, it wasn't until 11:20 that the FirstGroup double decker pulled in. The driver blamed the lateness on an overheating engine which was causing a loud alarm to sound from the driver console. He assured us that he had been instructed by the company engineer that he had to keep the engine running in order to prevent seizure! He waited a further 5 minutes until the siren ceased then continued the journey with the warning of 'we may not get there'.
Beyond Kingsbridge, the road to Dartmouth becomes narrow, with just enough room to get two cars past each other. When a double decker bus arrives, traffic in the opposite direction has to find means of pulling over to allow it past. There were numerous occasions on the twisty road where arrogant drivers refused to budge and expected the bus to attempt to back up which was really not practical. When these encounters occurred queues of traffic built up in either direction until the hapless motorist reconciled themselves to the fact that they had to give way. It seemed fairly clear that the majority of these motorists were not locals and the bus driver seemed very patient with the constant harassment. My own criticism would be that First Group buses must take some blame as I am certain if they employed a fleet the small Optare like minibuses every half hour instead of double deckers each hour this would alleviate many of the problems. Look at the North Norfolk Coasthopper where this policy works wonders on the twisting narrow lanes that make up the busy Norfolk coast road.
Consequently, after these delays, we arrived at Dartmouth well over half an hour late which only left us a maximum of 6 hours to complete the walk and get the last bus from Torcross. With the weather being so miserable there was no inspiration to hang around so we immediately headed off from Dartmouth, only briefly stopping at Dartmouth Castle for a packed lunch before pressing onwards. There were highlights to the walk, despite the weather: we managed to get a glimpse of Blackpool sands through the gloom which was our first view of the sea since Dartmouth; and there was a memorable challenging hill in front of Landcombe Cove where the path descended steeply down a grassy hillside to a stream at the bottom. With the wet weather this posed a few problems and although there were a few makeshift steps worn into the hill, it was very slippery. Once across the stream the path ascended another hill which was not quite as steep The sheep grazing besides the stream looked on anonymously though I am sure some were quietly sniggering to themselves as they anticipated one or both of us ending up on our backside on the slippery slopes.
Due to the late start we unfortunately had to forgo popping into the Green Dragon at Stoke Fleming (though I include a little history of this establishment in the blog). By the time we got to Strete we hade made good progress and decided there was enough time to have a quick drink in the pub there. However, on arrival at the Kings Head we found that it had closed for the afternoon which was a disappointment. We had to content ourselves with a soft drink from the local post office when a local ale probably would have cheered our soggy spirits. From Strete the path heads down to Slapton Sands where the land flattens and opens up in front of Slapton Ley. Here, the rain really started coming down and with a brisk wind blowing against us it became a dismal end to the walk, heads down the trudging onwards through the open landscape at the mercy of the elements. As we approached Torcross village the late 16:08 bus from Dartmouth made its way along the straight from behind and I flagged it down to get us out of the wet day. Thankfully the bus stopped for us otherwise it would have been over an hours wait for the next bus and in this sort of weather that wasnt a prospect to contemplate. The bus driver obligingly dropped us at A379/A381 cross roads, only half a mile from the campsite. A disappointing day but it kept us on track to completing the full walk between Exmouth and Plymouth. That evening we watched the misty fog from the tent and at one point we could not see the tree across the other side of the pitch, a distance of probably no more than 20 yards. So we ended the day with a glass of wine on this typical English Summer evening - June, foggy, cold. Despite this our spirits were not dampened, it is all part of walking and camping. Love it really.
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