The South West Odyssey was a long distance walk.
Five like-minded people started in 2008 from the Cardingmill Valley in Shropshire and by walking three days a year finished at Start Bay on the South Devon Coast in May 2019.
The same dauntless Odysseants gathered at the point where we finished last year for the seventh annual instalment of the South West Odyssey (English Branch). We were joined by Alison and Francis' daughter Heather (as we were on Day 9 into Andoversford, Day 12 from Perrots Brook, Day 15 to Swineford , and Day 18 from Wells) and by Vicky, a friend of Heather.
With a faintly bemused air Alison T and Hilary watch the Odysseants boot up and wonder 'Why are they doing this?' |
We turned left over the water meadows north of Street, pausing only when Vicky volunteered to take a team photo with Glastonbury Tor as a backdrop. It was a cool and overcast morning, but it would soon warm up and the gentle sunshine – ideal for walking - would see us all shed our outer clothing within the next hour.
Alison C, Brian, Francis, Mike and Me with Glastonbury Tor over Alison's right shoulder |
Following the Old Rhyne |
From a distance we mistook Butleigh Court for the church. Built in 1845, it was the home of the Neville-Grenvilles, a family with an unpronounceable name and a home which boasts umpteen chimneys, all of them different. After the unpronouncables, the house fell on hard times but has recently been restored and divided into apartments. There was an unwelcoming fence and the church, which was part of the estate, did not look the sort of place to provide a bench for dissolute wanderers.
Butleigh Court |
We walked into the village and found a pleasant bench on the village green, where we took a short coffee break.
Butleigh |
Two thirds of the way down was a swing where Francis unexpectedly
encountered his inner child.
Francis encounters his inner child |
The loss of our lunchtime drink was no great tragedy for Brian and me as we had consumed a full English at the Unicorn Inn in Somerton, but the others had enjoyed less calorie-packed breakfasts and would have welcomed a bite to eat.
The late Castlebrook Inn, Compton Dundon |
The loss of our lunchtime drink was no great tragedy for Brian and me as we had consumed a full English at the Unicorn Inn in Somerton, but the others had enjoyed less calorie-packed breakfasts and would have welcomed a bite to eat.
A house in Compton Dundon |
We thought of stopping in the Post Office to purchase some refreshment, but discovered that was only open from 9 to 12. Once the Post Office was a service and would be open at hours convenient to the public. Now, of course, it is a business.
We perched on some stones for a short break before walking
round Dundon Hill to the village of Dundon (no Compton and no pub
in recent times - so at least it has not closed). We emerged opposite the church
by this rather splendid bank of bluebells. While I am in grumpy old man mode, I
might as well point out that these are not traditional British Bluebells but
the intrusive Spanish Bluebell.
Bluebell bank, Dundon |
Crossing the road, we slogged up Lollover Hill. At 90m it is not much of a hill, but it required some effort and I was reduced to a weary plod well before I reached the top - or at least the top of the path which does not quite cross the summit.
'I thought these were supposed to be the Somerset Levels,' Mike observed half way up. He seemed to have a point, but then we came over the shoulder of the hill and emerged from the wood.
The Somerset Levels from Lollover Hill |
We did not descend straight to the levels but looped round the end of the hill and through a farm yard. Some farms are arable, some have animals, others are mixed, but occasionally you encounter one which specialises in farming shit*.
There were two big slurry ponds, both of them empty, their
contents liberally and pungently spread over the surrounding area. At the point
photographed we were sinking into what appeared to be a ploughed area and
started to wonder if we might be walking over the crust off something deeply unpleasant.
A swift dash for the sanctuary of a grassy bank seemed appropriate.
Eventually we reached the Levels and walked down a farm lane
beside an unfamiliar crop. Somerset produces reeds for thatching and osiers for
basket making, which remains a craft industry in these parts. I think these are
osiers but I am far from certain.
Willow osiers? |
On the other side of the road a small bird was singing its heart out. Francis opined that it was either a reed or a sedge warbler, it was definitely warbling and perhaps the 'osiers' were 'sedge' - though I think not. Although it was less than a metre away it remained frustratingly invisible in the nettle covered bank.
The field of osiers, if such they were, ended at Somerton
Door Bridge over the River Cary. The bridge is relatively modern and leads onto
a minor road. Turning west we walked for a kilometre and a half along the bank
of the Cary, pausing for a breather at the older and more picturesque Park
Bridge.
We crossed the River at Pitney Steart Bridge and headed south to Leazemoor Lane and the site of a Roman villa. This was not the first site of a villa we have passed on the Odyssey, but we have yet to actually sight a villa.
Crossing Leazemoor Lane we followed a lengthy track aptly
called Underwood Lane. Pitney Wood was above us to our left while a large apple
orchard lay on our right. We had walked through an orchard last year, but the
cold winter had meant the trees were merely considering the possibility of
blossom, after this year's milder, if wetter, weather they were close to full
bloom.
We followed the lane round the end of the wood and then over
field paths up Culver Hill before following a minor road into the village of Pict's
Hill to what had originally been the finishing point for the day. The previous
evening, over beer and curry, we had decided to move the finish some three
kilometres further down the route to provide better parking for Mike's
motorhome. Beer fuelled bravado does not always lead to good decisions, but
although I was quite ready to stop at Pict's Hill, it turned out to be a wise
move in the light of the next day's walk (and for Mike's parking).
We followed Union Drove across the railway and arrived at
Huish Episcopi, where the Rose and Crown was open. Hilary and Alison T were
already waiting at the end of the walk, so stopping was, sadly, out of the
question.
Huish derives from the old English for household and
Episcopi refers to the manor once being owned by the bishop of Bath and Wells.
Why it could not be called simple Bishops Huish like anywhere else I do not
know. The church is large with a classic 30m high Somerset Tower.
St Mary's, Huish Episcopi |
We made our way down to the River Parrett and followed it round the southern edge of Langport which likes to style itself ‘Heart of the Levels’. Langport’s church has another Somerset Tower, but less finely decorated. The two churches are only 500m apart but being on higher ground the town church seems to look down on its village neighbour. It was St Mary’s, Huish Episcopi, though, that was featured by the Royal Mail in their 1972 stamps of village churches.
Beside the River Parrett, with the tower of Langport Church right of centre |
*At this point I discovered that my new Kindle Fire not only
has a rather limited dictionary - I frequently have to add words - but it is
also rather prim. Yesterday it did not recognise 'hell' and now I have just had
to teach it 'shit'.
The South West Odyssey (English Branch)
Day 1 to 3 (2008);Cardingmill Valley to Great Whitley
Day 4 to 6 (2009) Great Whitely to Upton-on-Severn via the Malvern Ridge
Day 11 (2011) Perrott's Brook to the Round Elm Crossroads
Day 12 (2011) Walking Round Stroud
Day 13 (2012) Stroud to North Nibley
Day 14 (2012) North Nibley to Old Sodbury
Day 15 (2012) Old Sodbury to Swineford
Day 16 (2013) Along the Chew Valley
Day 17 (2013) Over the Mendips to Wells
Day 18 (2013) Wells to Glastonbury 'The Mountain Route'
Day 19 (2014) Glastonbury to Langport
Day 20 (2014) Along the Parrett and over the Tone
Day 21 (2014) Into the Quantocks
Day 22 (2015) From the Quantocks to the Sea
Day 23 (2015) Watchet, Dunster and Dunkery Hill
Day 24 (2015) Dunkery Beacon to Withypool
Day 25 (2016) Entering Devon and Leaving Exmoor
Day 26 (2016) Knowstone to Black Dog on the Two Moors Way
Day 27 (2016) Morchard Bishop to Copplestone
Day 28 (2017) Down St Mary to Drewsteignton
Day 29 (2017) Drewsteignton to Bennett's Cross
Day 30 (2017) Bennett's Cross to Lustleigh
Day 31 (2018) Southwest Across the Moor from Lustleigh
Day 32 (2018): South to Ugborough
Day 33 (2018): Ugborough to Ringmore
Day 34 (2019): Around the Avon Estuary to Hope Cove
Day 35 (2019): Hope Cove to Prawle Point
Day 36 (2019): Prawle Point to Start Bay: The End
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That's All Folks - The Odyssey is over
Day 25 (2016) Entering Devon and Leaving Exmoor
Day 26 (2016) Knowstone to Black Dog on the Two Moors Way
Day 27 (2016) Morchard Bishop to Copplestone
Day 28 (2017) Down St Mary to Drewsteignton
Day 29 (2017) Drewsteignton to Bennett's Cross
Day 30 (2017) Bennett's Cross to Lustleigh
Day 31 (2018) Southwest Across the Moor from Lustleigh
Day 32 (2018): South to Ugborough
Day 33 (2018): Ugborough to Ringmore
Day 34 (2019): Around the Avon Estuary to Hope Cove
Day 35 (2019): Hope Cove to Prawle Point
Day 36 (2019): Prawle Point to Start Bay: The End
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That's All Folks - The Odyssey is over
I too thought it was Pomparies Bridge. It must be due to the failing eyesight of us over 60s trying to read maps (even though I was 59 last year and am not yet actually 'over' 60 just yet). It was a long and very enjoyable day apart from the shit but, in fact, if we had stuck to the original finish point, it would have been just about right.
ReplyDeleteIts good to see you on some of the photos for a change, David. Thanks to Francis, I presume.
ReplyDeleteI liked Lollover HIll best - buttercups, daisies, clover and cowslips all together, and great views.