I had quite a long way to walk today, 2 miles from my campsite in Porlock to Porlock Weir, then 12.5 miles from Porlock Weir to Lynmouth. Then on from Lynmouth, my campsite for the night was a mile away in Lyn Bridge.
I decided to get up pretty early, with a makeshift breakfast of a sausage roll and chocolate chip muffin, and get a good start before dinner. This didn’t quite go to plan though…
As I walked to Porlock Weir I took a route that took me along a salt marsh, and after over a mile of walking I reached the end only to find that I was blocked off from the other side by the incoming sea. I had to painfully backtrack on myself, until I reached where I started – and then take the correct route (that seemed to now be clearly signposted as a diversion).
I reached Porlock Weir and already knackered, I decided to have a cup of tea in a place that overlooked the Weir and the views back to North Hill.
A short while later, determined and motivated once again to go on, I took the steady ascent up through Culbone Woods until I eventually reached Culbone Church – supposedly the smallest parish church in England at only 35ft long, and 12ft wide at the naval.
I stopped here and had a quick bite to eat before continuing on to Lynmouth.
This part of the journey was long and tiring. A diversion a couple of miles after Culbone meant an almost vertical climb up to a diverted route and then from then on it was up and down for quite a while. Despite the hard work, it was worth it for some of the views along the coast on the way, truly amazing at times, spurring me on to reach my destination.
I staggered into Lynmouth at about 6pm and having ran out of water I went into the first shop I saw, buying a bottle of water and downing it in one, then buying an ice cream, and downing that in what also seemed like one.
I had been told in Porlock that there may be some rain in the evening, and with it holding out so far I decided to quickly move on without exploring much. I took the impressive cliff railway up to Lynton, and after a short walk found a pub close to my campsite where I had some well deserved fish & chips.
Currently at my campsite as it’s coming in dark, my tent set up opposite a waterfall. Absolutely shattered and rather sore (some major chafing of the buttocks going on) but I still really enjoyed the challenge today and I’m looking forward to tomorrow – a 13 mile walk to Combe Martin.
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