Christmas. Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy the time of year. But there is a certain part of me that wishes I were somewhere else on Christmas Day. This feeling tends to occur at around 3pm. Christmas Lunch is over. The extended family have settled around the TV. The windows are closed to keep the chill air out and slowly, but surely, the Queen’s Speech becomes obscured by a moist fog of satiated body heat as we all settle into a collective slump to waste away the final days of the year.
It’s not really my thing.
For several years we had endured the fog of Christmas and then fled to the coast on Boxing Day – to inhale the fresh air of freedom granted to us by the Great British Countryside. In 2015 we couldn’t make Boxing Day, but the 28th was available and so in the early morning we fled down to Weymouth.
2015 you ask? But I’m writing this in January 2018! Yes, for that was our last Coastal Walk. By 2015 our kids had grown into teenagers. They had also grown tired of giving up every weekend to coastal walking. I can’t blame them, and I am proud of what they have achieved – 700 miles from Southend to Swanage. But they were at that time of their lives that I remember well when I was their age. My wife puts it best: they are cocooned in their bedrooms like chrysalids, but one day their bedroom doors will open and they will emerge as beautiful butterflies.
But until then they need to be in their rooms and not down at the coast. So today, 28 December 2015, was to be our last coastal walk for a while.
We left early – around 5ish (do you begin to see why there were objections in our household). We arrived at Chesil Beach in the early dawn. The lights of Portland called to us, but we were headed in the other direction, away from Portland and towards the wilds of West Dorset.
Our route today was the “inland” route following Chesil Beach. Given I am writing this post some two years after doing the actual walk I hope you will forgive me my memory, which is mostly dictated by photos I took on the day.
I remember seeing what I assume were muntjac.
I remember walking by Wyke Castle, built in 1865 and influenced by the Martello Towers of which we had seen so many during our travels.
But most of all I remember the beauty and warmth of the sunrise over Portland.
This will have to be the lasting memory for now. As at January 2018 we are talking about going back for our next walk this Easter. Will it happen? I do hope so. For now, there is one other thing I will need to remember: Australia Road in Charlestown, Weymouth, for that is where we left off, and so that is where we will need to pick up.
Points on this part of the walk (copy and paste the co-ordinates into Google Earth)
- Wyke Castle: N 50° 35.679 W 002° 28.876
- Australia Road, Charlestown: N 50° 36.853 W 002° 29.915
Walk #85 Statistics:
- Date of Walk: 28 December 2015
- Walk #85 total distance covered: 6.24 miles
- Coast of Britain Walk Total Distance Covered: 715.37 miles
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