A walk on a Victorian Seafront, part 2

The second part of my stroll around Weston-super-Mare leads us up into Weston Woods, and Worlebury Hill.

The Hillside Path to Worlebury Hill.

The Hillside Path to Worlebury Hill.

Sand Bay from Worlebury Hill

Sand Bay from Worlebury Hill

As you saw in the previous post, part of the hill has the remains of an Iron Age fort and settlement. The hill dominates the area, with steep sides and access only easy from one side. Which made it perfect for purpose. It was in the early Victorian era that the woods were planted and managed as a resource which later fell into decline. The woods today are being managed again and used for many purposes alongside the wood itself. Youth work, training courses being two of the most popular.

Frost in the shadow of the hill.

Frost in the shadow of the hill.

Steps leading to the Fort

Steps leading to the Fort

Since the wood has been thinned there a spaces now where the sun will catch nature and light it up.

Tree detail

Tree detail

These mixed woods are crisscrossed by tracks trails and it is easy to wander for hours through the mix of Oak, Ash, Yew and pine trees. With the reinstatement of active management the wildlife and flora has also enjoyed a resurgence. It is a semi-wild haven for Small Deer, mammals, and birds. Although they are good at staying hidden in such a small and well used piece of countryside. The tracks they leave are often obliterated by us clumpy humans but you can find them if you look carefully.

Badger Track

Badger Track

Sunny Glade

Sunny Glade

My choice of path this time led me virtually straight up one side and back down the other, using the quarry path to return to company of man and houses. I am a believer in making people use common sense. It seems we are breeding it out these days. In my opinion if a sign tells you there is a cliff, and it is dangerous you should exercise care. If not and you fall off, well you should have taken more care. I don’t think we should put up massive fences “Just in Case” I’ll probably get some flack, but there you go. I don’t like wind farms either and think we should use more nuclear plants. I can probably upset some more people so I’ll leave it there for the moment.

Quarry Fence

Quarry Fence

I'll admit it's a big drop!

I'll admit it's a big drop!

After the woods you come down to Grove Park, a fine park near the town centre. with lots of space for kids to run around, a bandstand for traditional summer concerts in the open air. Weston, has a number of open parks, many bequeathed to the town by philanthropists for the use and enjoyment of the population. This has meant they can’t be sold for building. A great move to keep some fresh spaces in the area. So many seaside towns have been buried under rafts of development that they lose any character they once had.

Quarryside views

Quarryside views

Park Views

Park Views

Park Views II

Park Views II

Open spaces

Open spaces

Open spaces

Open spaces

These spaces along with the architecture that defines the era keeps Weston in a bit of a time warp. Sometimes holding back the possibilities. It is a fine line to tread.

Fencepost Detail

Fencepost Detail

The Old Pier, the ferry from Cardiff docked here, once upon a time.

The Old Pier, the ferry from Cardiff docked here, once upon a time.

Sometimes we forget to look about as we walk along doing the things we need to do to live in the modern world, if you take the time for example to look up as you walk down any modern High Street you may be surprised by what you see.

History above the shops

History above the shops

The Old Post Office, detail.

The Old Post Office, detail.

I love the detail put into such simple things. Like this school. They have realised again how important environment is for learning, and have started creating new schools that engender a sense of pride in students, and so encourages learning.

School Buildings

School Buildings

Victorian Terrace

Victorian Terrace

A seaside corner, with arcade and café

A seaside corner, with arcade and café

A Victorian Crescent overlooking the sea.

A Victorian Crescent overlooking the sea.

The building pictured above is Daunceys Hotel, where my wife and I spent our first married night together, happy memories.

An Abandoned Hotel, The Grand Central.

An Abandoned Hotel, The Grand Central.

The nature of English towns changes all the time, not always for the better. I hope we can preserve some of the more interesting objects for the future. But not be held back by fear of change. In both our lives and our environment. One of the interesting things about how Victorian buildings were created is that many came from a set of ready-made plans, these then got adjusted to fit on site by the Master Builder. Many layouts are the same or similar, but the customer could order extras, like a loft room or extra detailing around windows.

I hope you have enjoyed a little trip around an old English seaside town. It’s always a pleasure to walk and try to find details I’ve missed before, to look with fresh eyes at what is around. However, no trip to an English town would be complete without a bag of Fish and Chips, especially in a seaside town. You can’t beat them as you walk along the Prom, eating with your fingers and fighting of the seagulls.

Fish and Chips

Fish and Chips

Devon travel

We are spending a week down in Devon. Driving in the west country is like nowhere else in England. Narrow deep lanes, mostly single track. And every trip takes longer than expected. The scenery in summer is wonderful. In this wild weather its is dramatic, with arching skies low clouds and wind coursing across the landscape. The trees are windswept and bare, the fields are lying in wait for the spring.

We drove across country last night, headlights bouncing of the steep sides of the lane and the bushes above. If we had met anyone coming in the opposite direction it would have been interesting. Tomorrow I am heading out for a walk around the cliffs of the North Devon coast, past Hartland point. There is a storm forecast for this afternoon so I hope tomorrow will be wild and woolly.

Sorry I haven’t replied to anyone this week, internet is intermittent at the moment so next week I will be catching up. We are heading around the country to see family and friends before work starts in January on some renovations and repairs on the house. So it will be Birmingham, Nottingham, Doncaster, Manchester. Then home in Weston-super-Mare for Christmas. In between all of this I hope to be able to do some shopping for presents. Who knows how it will go.

I love Christmas and believe that you should go out and choose gifts for people not just get what they ask for. This does lead to some confused looks but hey, that’s the way it goes. It’s the thinking about someone and choosing a gift that counts.

Should be on track next week anyway, I’ll try to get some pictures of Devon up this weekend.

A Slow Drive Home

We left Briancon on a clear bright morning, heading along the Serre Chevalier valley towards the Col du Lautaret. Heading along the valley we found ourselves surrounded by the mountains of the Parc Naturel des Ecrins, a national park renowned for its wildness and beauty. I had walked here in February with a friend, Pete, just scratched on edge. This part of the trip was a recce for me as I want to visit again next year. We weren’t disappointed b y the weather either, clear and bright, no haze to disturb the views of the peaks as we passed.

Serre Chevalier Valley in the morning

Serre Chevalier Valley in the morning

Views from the car park at Briancon

Views from the car park at Briancon


Briancon a memory we drove the steadily climbing road to the Col du Lautaret. 2058m.
On the Road

On the Road

First look into the Ecrin Massif

First look into the Ecrin Massif


Every where we looked we saw fantastic sights and as we climbed more was revealed. We found ourselves playing leapfrog with other motorists who like us kept stopping to take pictures of hill big and small.
Little Hills

Little Hills

Clear skies and glorious sunshine.

Clear skies and glorious sunshine.

La Mieje

La Mieje as we head to the Col du Lautaret, 2058m

La Mieje, from the Col

La Mieje, from the Col du Lautaret.

A big hill, La Mieje.

A big hill, La Mieje, a place I intent to visit one day soon.


As we arrived at the Col, La Mieje showed up as a huge lump in the background, glaciers hanging down and snow-covered well down her shoulders. At just under 4000m not the biggest in the Ecrins, but certainly no slouch.
Because I was passing

Because I was passing

Mountain views

Mountain views


It’s all downhill from the Col, still plenty to look at though.
Mountain views

Mountain views, the reason Jane is driving

Sun over the mountains

Sun over the mountains


Next to slide into view was Lac Chambon, pure green and looking splendid.
Lac Chambon

Lac Chambon

Surrounded by the beauty of the mountains

Surrounded by the beauty of the mountains


We misjudged the timing as one of the tunnels was being worked on, which meant closure for the first half of each hour. Except during lunch break. We arrived, had a quick stop to see if the cafe was open, only to see the tunnel close, and the cafe was shut. We had a drive to the next village, it too was closed. Sometimes you just need to sit and enjoy the view.
Cliff structure

Cliff structure


Passing on, we left the high places and headed towards Grenoble. Once we hit the city it was a straight (sort of) run home and a night in our own bed.
On the way down now

On the way down now

Briancon and the Alps

After Italy and the wild Sunday night traffic around Milan, it was a joy to get off the motorways and onto the back roads again. Rather than returning through the Frejus Tunnel we headed into the mountains.

Into The mountains

Into The mountains

We drove over the Col De MontGenevre, 1854m, offering wild landscapes to watch as we passed. We kept stopping to let others overtake, since we wanted to take our time and enjoy the view as we passed under tunnels and covered roadways.

Mountain tunnels

Mountain tunnels, to protect the road from rockfalls

Towards the Col De Montgenevre

Towards the Col De Montgenevre

These days driving over European borders is a bit disappointing, just a bunch of French border police watching everyone passing. Checking lorries not cars, not even a passport. We dropped from 1850 back down the mountain to Briancon at a moderate 1300m. The sun was shining and the clear sky gave fantastic views as we stopped for lunch in the old town, near the lower fort. The waitress gave us the address of a hotel in the town, old and ramshakle but friendly and comfortable. Once installed there we had a stroll and a look around the town, an amazing place with fantastic views everywhere.

Briancon

Briancon, the old church and Serre Chevalier in the background

We of course stopped for coffee, why wouldn’t you when the world and weather is doing everything right for you.

Coffee on the ramparts

Coffee on the ramparts

Briancon from across the river

Briancon from across the river

After coffee Jane settled in to relax and I had a wider ranging stroll around, visited the Maison du Pac de Ecrin to buy maps and postcards. Getting information for a trip next year. I am planning to stay in the mountains using bivvies and refuges for a week. Should be good.

I walked down to the bridge that spans a gorge leading up to the higher of the forts. An imposing structure, built to guard the town and the mountain pass itself.

Pont D'Asfeld

Pont D'Asfeld

Fort Des Trois Tetes

Fort Des Trois Tetes

Just Scenery

Just Scenery

This was to be our last day of the trip, tomorrow we would be driving out of the mountains and onwards to our home in the Haute-Loire. Passing by La Mieje, a shade under 4000m. Next time I’ll be showing off the pictures and moving on away from the trip back into something resembling real life. But first, a few more images.

View from the ramparts of Briancon

View from the ramparts of Briancon

Briancon from Les Trois Tetes

Briancon from Les Trois Tetes

Fort Detail

Fort Detail

Rockfall

Rockfall

Briancon fortification detail

Briancon fortification detail

Scenery

Scenery

View over the Bridge

View over the Bridge, because I am always drawn to the edge.

Rock Formation

Rock Formation

Detail

Detail

Gorge view

Gorge view

Scenery

Scenery

Briancon Streets

Briancon Streets

Briancon Street Scene

Briancon Street Scene

Italy and Venice

After leaving Balaton and Hungary behind, we crossed Slovenia and returned to Italy. Our final destination, Venice. We arrived a about 6 in the evening and started hunting for a hotel. Maybe we should have booked something? In the end it was OK as we found a hotel just of the causeway. A bit old and careworn but still enough glamour to make you feel good. Then a bus in to the centre for a stroll round Venice by night and some Italian spaghetti. It was a lovely warm night calm and with none of the hustle of the day.

Venice by night

Venice by night

Sunday on the other hand was not a day of rest, we started with a water bus trip around the outside of Venice, to see another side, where the sea and the city met. Getting off at St Marks Square we hit the mass of people, queueing standing taking pictures, and of course spending money. There is without a doubt some beautiful buildings there, and walking of the main streets is the best way around. Forget the maps and get yourself lost. Find some small coffee shops, some obscure squares. That is where you see Venice for what it is.

St Marks Square, detail.

St Marks Square, detail.

Venice, detail.

Venice, detail.

Venice Architecture.

Venice Architecture.

We did of course take a water bus along the Grand canal, walked across the Rialto Bridge, and had ice cream. All the things a proper tourist should do. On a hot day, the crowds and the noise. We wandered and strolled through a city of history. Soaking up the ambience found there.

Small Square in Venice.

Small Square in Venice.

Back Streets

Back Streets

Café Culture.

Café Culture.


It is coffee that we crave though, so we sat a while and watched everyone on their way somewhere else. Dinner by the canal, and a look into some bookbinders and paper-makers. Beautiful leather-bound notebooks, diaries and address books. Made by hand with care and such attention to the finish.

Handmade books

Handmade books

After a long day in Venice it was time to head off again, we drove through to Milan, on route to Briancon, in the Alps. A boring Sunday night made exhilarating by the Italian drivers who all want your space, your car, and treat the motorway as a personal challenge to get to the head of the queue. It was a shell-shocked pair who pulled of the road to sleep in a small hotel seen from the motorway. We were well on our way home, and still having fun. Next up will be mountains and passes and a town called Briancon, a fascinating walled town, overlooked by several forts.