Daughter and son both sent me messages on Sunday saying "you are grounded" because of Storm Ciara. I don't like being grounded.
Without investigating too much I gave myself to understand that Storm Ciara was only officially nominated for Sunday.
On Monday I thought there's no harm in going to have a look so I was off walking from Cockerham at 11:15. After this little circular I will be on less familiar territory for a while and also with the advantage of using public transport so that I will be able to walk eight miles or so actually on the route.
The wind didn't seem strong in Cockerham but once out into open fields I was blown about all over as I splodged through waterlogged pasture. I was then barred by a huge lake of flood water and had to make a clandestine diversion through a farmyard. There were some people around but I had no encounter - I am always prepared to be humble and apologetic in such circumstances and I think I have a pretty good ability to calm most irrate landowners. I did meet my match a while ago when I was shouted down and told in expleteive terms to depart - I since removed the post but kept a copy- here is an extract:
From the farm I followed the footpath edging onto the sea. Eventually that became a concrete path about two feet wide with the sea only abut a foot below - large waves were crashing and spray flying. Before I was totally drenched I aborted and followed the road to Cockersand Abbey. More squelchy field walking brought me back to tarmac. Here an approaching car stopped and I was grilled almost aggressively as to whether I had seen THE Bewick's Swans as though I ought to have known that such an exciting, supposed anomaly had recently been broadcast - I mumbled about seeing my aforementioned swans but I had no idea if they were Bewick's or Buicks. Consulting my bird book now back at home I still can't see what is the didffernce. I joined the A588 for an uncomfortable two and half kilometres dodging the traffic back to Cockerham.
|Just out of Cockerham - it elicits the wonderful word "ramshackle"|
|One for my Relics - not sure what it is - any ideas Alan?|
|Out into the wild wind|
|That banking was a bit dodgy combined with the high wind when I had to step aside for a couple of vehicles|
|Almost a toy tractor - not rare I suppose but new to me|
|A bit further on the path was being lashed by breaking waves and driven spray - I retreated to the road|
|Are these Bewick's swans?|
|Cockersand Abbey - not a place to linger in the cold and windchill|
|Another unfamiliar tractor for me|
|Start/finish at Cockerham - clockwise|