Against all odds the English weather has been unbelievably hot for weeks on end and we have been doing our very best to get out and explore as much of the North Devon countryside as we possibly can. We haven’t really been to the coast as much as you would expect due to it being a four mile walk to the nearest beach plus we haven’t felt comfortable going. So many people have been locked down with no chance of visiting a local park let alone a beach and we just would not have felt right visiting too often.
However, with recent restrictions eased and everyone allowed to travel as far as they wish we decided to attempt our longest walk yet along the famous South West Coastal Path. Our lovely host Rose gave us a lift bright and early up to the tiny village of Lee which lies between Ilfracombe and Woolacombe (socially distanced of course). Dropping us at Lee Bay Beach we planned to walk down the coastal path to Putsborough Sands and then cut inland back to our digs in Knowle. Around 15 miles with a hot 25 degree day beckoning which is exactly why we went early.
Lee Bay Beach
Heading from Cove car park up the road we took the public footpath towards ‘Damage Barton‘. Great name isn’t it? There are a lot of places called Barton in this neck of the woods which we imagined might have some Old English or Devonish exotic meaning but apparently it just means ‘farm’. Not quite so exciting eh?


Heading past the beautiful Sandy Cove we climbed hundreds of wooden stairs and descended sandy steps on our way to Bull Point. The views in every direction were simply stunning and we hardly saw another person at all as we passed Pensport Rock, Damagehue Rock, Bennett’s Mouth and Bull Point Gut.

Bull Point
Our next focal point was Bull Point Lighthouse, built in 1879 to deter the smugglers and ship-wreckers who terrorised this part of the coast. Fake lights were used to tempt ships onto Bull Point Gut and Damagehue Rock so that the smugglers could raid and steal goods once the craft ran aground.
The most well-known smuggler in these parts was Hannibel Richards. A renowned smuggler and villain in Morwenstow in Cornwall and part of the infamous Cruel Coppinger’s Gang, he moved up to Lee to retire but just couldn’t resist the lure of his old profession. Hiding in a cave at the back of Sandy Cove he had several run-ins with the law but was never caught and died aged 85, buried in Ilfracombe.

Then it was down past Rockham Beach towards Mortehoe before heading right out to Morte Point.
Morte Point on Rockham Bay
This wasn’t the first time in 2020 that we had walked out to Morte Point, we had actually been here just after Christmas when we were housesitting for Jo’s brother but the weather was ever so slightly different. In fact, it had been blowing a gale and absolutely bitter cold! Not quite the same now with blue skies and wall-to-wall sunshine. Perfect.


Wooloacombe to Putsborough Sands
Continuing down the South West Coastal Path into Woolacombe past the fabulously named Grunta Beach, we passed a lot of day-trippers just arriving and getting unpacked ready for a day on the beach. We’d been walking for hours at this point so felt a little smug, along with also feeling a little sweaty. Round past Combesgate Beach and some amazing beachfront properties we passed Barricane Beach as we trotted through Woolacombe.

For about an hour Jo had been desperate to get down to the sea and go for a swim so we headed a little way down Woolacombe Beach, changed into our swimming gear, and headed out into the water. Although we were tired and hot from walking it still felt incredibly cold. Like a complete maniac she just ran shouting into the waves and launched herself right in! Crazy. I took a more measured approach but we both enjoyed a fantastic dip and swim before picnicking down at Grey Rock.

After a fabulous rest, lovely picnic, and the excitement of watching an army of seagulls stealing a nearby couples supplies we headed off to climb the sand dunes and start walking inland.
Burning Soles
In front of us a huge sand dune, perhaps 50 or 60 feet high, stood in our way and needed to be conquered. Easier said than done as one step up seemed to result in two steps backwards plus the sand was rather hot on our bare feet. Zig-zagging as we climbed and desperately trying to find steadier footholds we made an enormous deal out of climbing to the top and were completely out of breath as we hit solid ground again. So tough. We just had a small drop down more soft sand before the solid footpath at the bottom.
My first step down onto the shifting sands took me right back to Mediterranean holidays on sunkissed shorelines and impossible-to-walk-on beaches as it felt like stepping into boiling water! Like the brave guy that I am I yelped and decided to start jumping and leaping down the slope like a deranged Billy Elliot until I reached cool grass. Jo wasn’t quite so lucky unfortunately as she planted both feet heavily on the super-hot sand not realising the seriousness of the situation. She’d obviously assumed that I had over-reacted like a massive softie but within seconds felt the burn and just launched herself up in the air and landed sitting down legs in the air! Not funny but funny.
Stuck at the top with burnt soles of her feet and other parts of her anatomy now heating up a decision had to be made. She quickly went for shoes but of course her sore feet didn’t make that a simple operation. She had to move fast as her rear bumpers were starting to overheat now. Standing up on soft sliding sand without touching that sand isn’t straightforward but she made the stand, stumble and leap in a single movement and was soon on the cool grass alongside me collapsed in an overheated mess.
We didn’t look too closely at her feet as still had miles to walk and after coating her red soles with hand-cream, carefully easing on hers socks and shoes, we set off once again.
Who knew getting off the beach could be so traumatic and dangerous?

The long steep climb from Putsborough Sands up to Pickwell was hot and sweaty and not great for my wounder soldier with her sore feet but she took it slowly and obviously didn’t say a word or complain for a second.
Arriving back late-afternoon with aching legs and one hell of a thirst we collapsed together after one of the best hikes we have ever done. A long day but a fabulous one along some of the most picturesque coastline you could ever imagine. What a day!
Wonder if we’ll do it again?
02/06/2020
What beautiful photos. I almost feel as if I’m there. 🙂
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Thanks, it was an absolutely beautiful day and an amazing walk. We’ll definitely be doing it again.
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These are beautiful photos – I love Devon! It looks like you’ve got some great places to walk near you… I’m quite jealous!
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It’s a fabulous county isn’t it and we’ve been so amazingly lucky to be able to spend the last few months down here. Great walks everywhere.
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What a lovely walk, Jonno.
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Thanks Mick it really was. One of those days that just felt perfect, apart from the feet burning episode of course.
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Beautiful pictures! Loved the history about the smugglers!
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Thanks Laci. These coastlines are just packed with stories like that. Beautiful scenery too.
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Thank you for sharing!
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Great spot!
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Not bad is it? We’ve been so lucky finding such a nice place to stay through this crisis.
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Glorious walk, Jonno! Would it not have been easier to do it the other way around and go down the sand dunes? They wouldn’t even have been so hot that way round. 🙂 🙂
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Ha we’ve thought about that for next time although it would mean us having to be collected at the end of the walk rather than dropped off which we’re not too keen on. The weather has to improve first.
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Not good at the minute? 😦
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So many people think it’s all over and are flouting every rule that it really feels like we may go backwards soon. Hope I’m wrong.
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I was referring to the weather, but I do know that it’s ‘gay abandon- make up for lost time’ in the UK, with some people. 😦
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Whoops, wrong end of the stick again. Can be embarrassing sometimes …… Weather has taken a downturn but we can’t complain after Mays heatwave. Not cold just a bit grey for a week or so now.
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🤗💕💕
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What a lovely day out and walk along the coast. So kind of your host to drop you off too!
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She’s a real gem and so lovely. It was a great days walking that hopefully we can do again once the weather sorts itself out.
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What a great walk! Looks like a lovely day out!
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Thanks Linda, it was a fabulous walk and one of the best days out for ages. Tired legs but well worth it.
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Lovely photos, shame there isn’t one of Jo running into the water!
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I should have been ready for it but she just dropped her stuff and charged off leaving me mid-trunk-change! Had to jog to catch her up.
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The burning feet story was kind of hilarious, but obviously not if you were the one experiencing it! I’ve encountered sand that hot before, though I was able to jump back off it immediately so didn’t end up burned. Still a shock though!
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It was funny to look back on and I wish I’d taken a photo although that could have been a step too far! Just didn’t expect it in Devon. Mediterranean perhaps?
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Looked fabulous. Not many places match it for the views on a hot sunny day!
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You’re so right. When the weather is good it’s absolutely glorious down here and the views can be stunning. Hopefully that good weather will be back soon.
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I hope so too!
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The U.K. really does have some stunning beaches 😍. And Devon, along with Cornwall, are my favourite places in the U.K. for their beaches!! Stunning pictures!
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Thanks Clara. Ir was a fabulous walk and some of the views were simply stunning. So much to see in Devon and Cornwall, beautiful part of the world and we’ve been so lucky to be able to stay down here during the lockdown.
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Ooh, ouch on the feet! Poor Jo. Do I detect tongue in cheek at this bit: “obviously didn’t say a word or complain for a second”? Or is she really that good? I’d be cursing loudly!
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She didn’t complain at all, never does. If it had been me though it may well have been a different story.
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Hat’s off to Jo!
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She’s my hero!
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What a great day out, apart from the burnt feet. That sand must have been scorching.
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It was an epic walk apart from the roasting-feet incident although there was no long-lasting damage fortunately. I suspect that I may have made a lot more fuss than Jo did!
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Beautiful photos of a beautiful part of the country.
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Lovely isn’t it? Not many places compare on a sunny day and the views are simply stunning.
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Fabulous stuff mate. Surely the great irony of lockdown is that we’ve had the best weather in spring and early summer for ages. Even I’m tanned like I’ve been in Barbados for a month and I’ve hardly been further than the garden.
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It’s been the best spring ever hasn’t it? Such great weather that will hopefully return very soon.
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It looks so peaceful.
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Lovely and quiet here and so few people out and about whenever we are out walking so ideal.
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Scenes!! Looks great from the photos. I can imagine the combination of pure lockdown sunshine, and less people around than normal (if any at all), would make this a really nice walk.
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It was a stunning walk and so much better for the lack of other people. Bit unsociable I suppose but great.
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