I had hoped to walk the full extent of Sand Point and visit Woodspring Priory. Woodspring Priory was founded in the 13th century and is now privately owned, but I was still hoping to get some decent photos. The whole walk should have been about six kilometres. I say, 'should have been' because things didn't quite work out the way I had planned.
When I arrived at the small car park, having driven through Weston and seen lots of people eating fish and chips and candy floss (though not at the same time) it was gloriously sunny and really warm. Perfect for a walk over a rocky promentory and along cliff-top paths, through woodlands and across a heath or two. I made it up onto the top just as a party of school children on a geography field trip were leaving. I wiped my brow in mock relief, it could have been crowded but now I had it almost all to myself. There were one or two walkers around but they were well away in the distance.
Let's have a look and see what it was really like.
This is Sand Bay as it is now with the tide out and the mud all carved up by rivulets.
My first view looking inland along the peninsula.
I'm sorry that a lot of these photos are quite 'samey', there's only so many different views you can get looking along a narrow rocky peninsula.
Bird's Foot Trefoil growing on a lichen covered rock.
For the first time in a long time I found this place to be remarkably like some of the places I tramped through in New Zealand.
On the southern slopes there were loads of moon daisies, sheltered from the strongest winds.
In this picture you can make out that most of the wild flowers are growing on the south-facing slope (to the right) and the north-facing slope is almost only grass.
Thrift growing in various shades of pink.
This is the far, seaward, end of Sand Point. I couldn't get right to the end because there was a rocky chasm between me and where I wanted to go, so I just took this photo as a substitute for lots of clambouring. Because no-one else had been able to get there either, every little crevice and surface had a colony of thrift growing in it, turning the rocks pink.
Now I was walking inland along the cliff path on the northern side.
I loved this quite dramatic section of the walk.
A succulent growing on some rocks.
This wiggly wall marked the boundary of the heathland bit separated from the bit that's farmed.
A ruined fisherman's cottage at the head of a sheltered little cove
At this point the wind began to get up, the sky suddenly turned this colour....
....and I decided that I had no bravery in me, that I was only wearing shorts and a t-shirt and that I was about to get wet. I headed up over the hill, through the cows back to, by good fortune, the place I had started from, by now in steady rain, got into my car and got out of the muddy car park just before the almighty deluge that followed.
I'll have to go back because I want to finish off the walk, visit the priory and take more photos.