I returned for a walk along the trail in what must be the first time in over a couple of months. I had to get from Weird Wive over to Sunny Colch. The light drizzle meant that a bicycle ride was out of the question. I refuse to pay for public transport on a local level these days.
There was a spectacular high tide. It was almost breaching what locals optimistically call the sea wall.
Over on the other side of the muddy banks, and the restoration work of the collapsed sea defence now looks complete. All the machinery has been moved on and a natural approach has been taken to containing time and tide.
It certainly looks more picturesque than the industrial corrugated iron that was previously trying and failing to hold back the water. However it looks as though the natural approach to the banking isn’t that sturdy. I’d be interested to see how a sustained run of high spring tides can test out this new back-to-nature bollocks.
Elsewhere there were a couple of kayakers sharing their craft as they tried to move downstream. There was a good reason why A and I don’t have a shared his-and-hers kayak: We’d fall out spectacularly, much in the same way as the couple I clocked on Monday afternoon were doing.
The other end of the trail was reached. The rain became heavier. I felt smug in the knowledge that I had a dry bicycle back at base. Five minutes for J Bukey entrance of the week I just want you close
