Date: 20180706
Time: 9:15 – 14:05
Distance: 22.3 km
Stay: Dukes, Sidmouth
Walk
I start today with a long walk along the beach (not over) in Exmouth. I walk all the way to the end and there it goes up. From here it goes over narrow paths and through meadows to a large holiday park. I have a good view of the next part of the route, it goes up again before I am in Budleigh Salterton.
But before I get there, I first walk past Sandy Cove. Daughter number 2 has her own beach 🙂
In Budleigh Salterton it’s time for a short break and a juice at the beach café. Here I also walk a long stretch along the beach over a sea wall.
At the end of the sea wall, I arrive at the river Otter. There is no ferry here, but the Coast Path goes via the first bridge that lies a bit inland. A few kilometers flat walking along the river estuary.
When I get back to the coast, it goes up and then follows a fairly flat stretch where I at some point in the distance see the real challenge of today, High Peak / Peak Hill.
After I have walked through another holiday park, I begin this challenge. It goes up to High Peak and the last part is very steep. Then follows a flat section and then it goes up to Peak Hill. All that on the last kilometers of the route.
Then it goes steadily down to Sidmouth. In Sidmouth I walk first along the sea and then I make a round through the village in search of a terrace. That’s what I find at Dukes. If I have installed myself there with a pint and check where I stay tonight, it turns out that I am at the right spot. I stay at Dukes.
Today I reached the Jurrasic Coast. There are many fossils to be found here. In the next few days I will look out for them when I come close to beaches and so. I hope I can find anything.
Weather
Sunny, very warm and dry. A nice breeze from the sea today.
Lyric of the day
While I was walking today, I realized that I will look back on this for a long time. That brought me to the lyrics of today which are very appropriate, Free Four by Pink Floyd:
One two three four!
The memories of a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime.
You shuffle in the gloom of the sickroom
And talk to yourself as you die.
Life is a short warm moment
And death is a long cold rest.
You get your chance to try
In the twinkling of an eye:
Eighty years, with luck, or even less.
So all aboard for the American tour,
And maybe you’ll make it to the top.
But mind how you go.
I can tell you, ’cause I know.
You may find it hard to get off.
You are the angel of death
And I am the dead man’s son.
He was buried like a mole in a fox hole.
And everyone is still on the run.
And who is the master of fox hounds?
And who says the hunt has begun?
And who calls the tune in the courtroom?
And who beats the funeral drum?
The memories of a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime.
You shuffle in the gloom of the sickroom
And talk to yourself as you die.
