The coast paths around Devon are stunning,
(from Gara Rock, National Trust)
I’d sort of stopped walking them, when they boys were smaller I found it far from relaxing, narrow paths and high cliffs set my nerves on edge.
I walked from Mill Bay round to Gara Rock. Through the wood
Full of ferns and dappled light.
and out into the sun,
Bolt Head
I don’t know what this plant is, with it’s red tendrils,
I’ve seen it on the Pembrokeshire coast, but not in flower, it seems to be spineless itself and seeks the sun by clambering over clamber over the gorse bushes.
The Gara Rock hotel was demolished about three years ago (Which is a shame because at this point of my walk a beer would have been a nice idea) and the redevelopment of the site has ground to a recessionary halt
the thatched ‘look out,’ now with boarded up windows is all that remains, it looked a little sad, with its tuft of slipped thatch.




I really like that first photo as that is one of my favourite types of scenic views. Just wonderful! xx
I enjoyed this. Thank you for taking us on your walk with you. It looks like such a beautiful place.
It actually looks like you might be having some decent sunshine? Are you sure that you are in England? I hope it stays warm for you!
Sunny days, very very wet days and some in between, very British weather.
I was in Devon a few years ago, but missed these beautiful spots. Ocean and ferns – a few of my favorite things. Lovely shots.
The pink strands are dodder, a parasitic plant. Climbing like that it isn’t seeking out the sun for it has no chlorophyll at all and steals all its needs from the host, in this case gorse.
Thanks Dan, I had a vague notion of such a plant, from way way back, something we learnt at school, but I never imagined it to be as big as this.
This is what PJ Grath calls a “rich post” – full of surprising and beautiful images and brand new information. Well, new to me anyway. You’ve exactly caught not just what it looks like but what it feels like to gaze out over the coast, to walk through sun-dappled woods, to come upon traces of history and curious plants. Dodder, eh?