Yeah, I’m struggling to come up with an original title for this one so, I’m just going to tell it as it is! 😉
This was something I did yesterday afternoon, as I finish work around lunchtime on a Friday. It’s not far from Brean Down (north along the coast), where I went about two months ago. As I mentioned with my most recent poem, I was also intending to do two walks today… I got up early enough, showered, put on clean clothes, made my lunch and got all my stuff together… Everything was planned, until I arrived to park at my first destination in Blagdon, only to find that the free car park was full! I drove around for a bit but, it’s such a confined village with so many narrow roads that I wasn’t sure of where else to rest my car. Perhaps I’ll see the lake on another day.
Failing that, I decided to head on towards what would’ve been my second destination; thinking that I could do the day in reverse. Instead of returning down the road I knew, I decided to ‘improvise’ by following my own senses towards the village of Draycott, located north of the city of Wells, just outside of Cheddar. According to Google Street View (“Google Godsend“, as I prefer to call it! ;-)), there was a pub close to the start point where I could park. I drove straight through the village once, believing I must’ve missed it. On my return drive through (as the fuel warning light came on), I realised that the car park was sealed off beside what appeared to now be a house!
There was a school nearby with two cars resting but, I wasn’t sure if it would be right to park there or not… There is actually another pub further down past the-one-that-isn’t-anymore. If the rain holds off and I decide to try again tomorrow morning then, that is probably where I’ll park. No suggestions for car-parking were provided with this route.
Now, let’s return to the sea of yesterday…
Sand Point lies next to Sand Bay, which is a place I remember hearing of during my childhood. I’ve probably each been to the beach before at some point in my youth. I know that I’ve been to most other local beaches in the area.
What I first noticed upon arriving was just how silent and peaceful it is around here. Whether you’re squelching aroud on the bay (stay away from the mud flats!) or, up on the hills, where I would’ve expected wind; there was nothing. Aside from the occasional bird (not a seagull), even traffic could not be heard from here. As you get closer to the cliff edges, waves can be heard but, beyond that, the sea was so peaceful and undisturbed in all directions. Has someone succeeded in blowing up the moon?!
Walking back from the bay towards the beginning of the steps that lead up to the point, I noticed several interesting features within the landscape and cliff edges. There were a couple of small cave-like entrances. Too small for modern man but, a hobbit, perhaps? It’s the kind of image that could inspire a short story, in my mind and, as you’ll see further down, it wasn’t the only example from this trip.
I made the mistake of wearing my thickest coat for this walk, simply because I took it with me to work, as I scraped ice from the van at 6.45am. It kept me warm as I returned home but, as I’ve learnt from my walking group; it really is better to wear several thin layers, so that you can adjust accordingly and walk comfortably. I was sweating quite a bit after this four-mile walk and the coat I was wearing is quite bulky and too big to fit in my bag.
I loved the way these two trees almost ‘guard‘ the footpath leading up from the car park – very much like those trees from the films, in my opinion… 😉
Up at the trig point, with smoke billowing from a few miles away… My guess is it’s actually something in Avonmouth. It’s not dark enough for fire and, every time I drive past there up the M5, there are always clouds like this.
Those were the treacherous mud flats of Sand Bay (sorry, I keep wanting to type Sandy Bay!!).
There was this strange hole in the Earth, up towards the end of the cliff, which reminds me of a Deftones song. I guess it could be there for drainage. Maybe it used to hold a post or pole, since it’s been concreted? It’s a little mysterious, a bit like many things on the LOST island! 🙂
Terrain up here was less comfortable than over on Brean Down, especially as you got closer to the end of the cliffs, pointing towards Flat Holm. Saying that, as I got closer, a man appeared who was quite comfortably walking his dog so, I guess it’s natural to some! Thinking about it, I’d quite like to bring my dog up here some time, even though she struggles with anything more than thirty-minutes long these days.
It was in areas like this that you could begin to hear the waves splashing in with the mud. I could hear the faint voices of others and, although I talk very discreetly to myself, I began to wonder whether they might be able to hear me… 🙂
Somewhere up here is a place called Middlehope. I’m not exactly sure of where but, if that’s Tolkien-enough for you then, just take a look at the scene above!
Nature can create true beauty.
Another scene reminiscent of ‘The Rings’… A cliff-lined path leading towards a castle or tower, perhaps?
Beyond that pier (not to be mistaken for Weston’s Grand Pier), that’s Brean Down, off in the distance.
Somewhere up here as supposedly the remains of an old hill fort (as you may remember, there were several at Brean Down). This was all I could find, near the halfway point, even though the map (from my memory) seemed to indicate that that the remains were further towards the point.
I tried to end the day with a shot of the sun fading (it was only about 15.00 at this time).
I am disappointed that my plans weren’t realised this morning and, again, I’ve faced a ‘wasted’ day with no back up plan. I’ve not been nearly as upset as I was when recently let down by a friend (again, not her fault) but, it’s always surprising how something like this can knock you back so easily after a positive week. I’m not that low, to be honest, as I’m still optimistic about getting something done tomorrow and, even if that doesn’t happen, at least I managed a couple of hours on Friday.
For all of my photos from Sand Point, please click here.
Now, we’re officially in to December, meaning that the ‘end of the world‘ is less than three-weeks away and then, if we’re fortunate, we’ll have Christmas after that. 😉