From sea to shining sea
NIGEL HEATH
and a friend travel from the east coast at Weston-super-Mare to the cliffs of Dover on an epic trek across the country
LANDMARKS can be very frustrating because they often take hours to disappear from view, if you are a cross-country walker. And so it was the day after my friend Peter Gibbs and I set out to follow the coast to coast route and Somerset’s mighty Mendip Hills transmitter came into view.
But surely the 192 miles coast-tocoast walk runs from St Bees, Cumbria, across the Lake District, the Pennines and Yorkshire to
Robin Hood’s Bay, keen hikers might point out.
Yes this is true but we were following the alternative coast-tocoast path across southern England, from Weston-super-Mare on the Bristol Channel, to Dover.
Ahead of us lay a wonderful
283- mile trek across magnificent country packed with sights of interest, through quiet water meadows and ancient woodland, traversing limestone and chalk downs and encountering many picturesque villages and bustling market towns along the way.
But all that lay in the future as we topped the first of many hills and saw the pencil slim Mendip Transmitter in the distance ahead of us. We were now following the West Mendip Way from Weston to the medieval market town of Wells with its magnificent
Cathedral built between 1175 and 1490, and here we picked up the East Mendip Way to take us across the hills to Shepton Mallet.
And it was only when that 293-metre high transmitter finally slipped below the horizon on a golden afternoon that we truly felt we were on our way.
Just outside Shepton Mallet, we stopped beside some cottages at the edge of a field and were pondering the route when up popped a villager who had been gardening behind a wall and pointed out our path.
It was the first of many small kindnesses shown to these gentlemen of the road by those we happened to meet along the way. A day of walking through gentle, rolling Somerset countryside brought us to the army town of Warminster, from there we skirted the southern edge of Salisbury
Plain, by way of a series of prehistoric hill forts, to drop down and stay in the Wiltshire village of Heytesbury at the end of the tranquil Wylye Valley.
Then followed a wonderful day’s stroll through quiet meadows, beside the river Wylye and far from the madding crowd, namely the busy main road linking Warminster with Salisbury on the hillside above us. On this morning we were sitting outside St Mary’s, Wylye enjoying a coffee when a local told us of an impoverished village Jack
RAY QUINLAN’S
the Lad who went off to seek his fortune.
Apparently, on returning in a coach and four and finding his mother and sister in paupers’ graves, he ordered the local stone mason to build them a fine tomb but then went off to the Napoleonic wars without paying!
We were now on the Imber Trail which neatly links the East Mendip Way with Salisbury and stopped for the night in Wilton, a small town of rich heritage dating back to Saxon times, where carpets have been made since the 18th century.
From here it was a short walk into Salisbury and we jostled with crowds of tourists wandering through its ancient streets and clustering around its 11th-century Cathedral like bees around a honey pot.
It was all a little disconcerting but only served to enhance the sense of peace which followed as we strolled away from the city through quiet water meadows.
We had now reached an important milestone, as we were beginning the Clarendon Way which passes from Wiltshire into Hampshire and runs for 25 miles over the low hills of the Test Valley to link with Winchester and its ancient cathedral.
Another two glorious days walking along quiet lanes, through undulating countryside dotted with woodland and small villages, brought us out in a clearing above Winchester and we paused to check our map.
A family wandered into view clutching a single sheet map of a local walk and were obviously lost. “Excuse me. Can you tell us where we are?” asked the mum. “Yes,