Day 2    

Cowes to Yarmouth

16.8 miles

 

Breakfast at The Anchorage was as good as it gets, with everything cooked to perfection.   We anticipated a long day so set off by 9.15am.  After the hustle and bustle of yesterday's walk today was very quiet and we were mainly alone on the path.  We walked out of Cowes along the promenade passing first the ferry terminal and then the Royal Yacht Squadron with its cannons aiming out to sea, at the island's most northerly point.  

 
Cowes promenade

Attractive house at Cowes



The Royal Yacht Squadron

Cannons at Egypt Point

 

We soon reached a point where it's necessary to take a diversion from the original path owing to coastal erosion, of which we would later see much evidence.   This involved a section of tarmac walking, however, early in the day and in lovely weather this was no great problem and we soon found ourselves heading towards Thorness Bay.

 

Mining?! Didn't really have that in mind....

Guardian at the stile - I send Carole on ahead with gift

Negotiations successfully concluded

It was easy!
Diversions clearly signed

Thorness Bay

 

By now it was getting towards our coffee time and I was getting restless wondering where we would find a cafe.  We wandered through Thorness Bay holiday village and we were in luck, good coffee, although sadly no scones.  Setting off refreshed our path left the coast and we had another section of tarmac walking.  We passed through the villages of Porchfield and Clamerkin and reached Shalfleet where the New Inn provided an excellent ploughman's lunch.


Weathervanes at Clamerkin





Pretty thatch cottage at Clamerkin



Wildflowers everywhere




Quite a lot of tarmac today....

   
... and some indistinct field paths






We sat at an outside table and had a very pleasant lunch, enjoying our first taste of Isle of Wight creamy blue cheese.


Ploughmans at Shalfleet



    Where shall we begin?






Leaving the pub we had another stretch on tarmac and turned into fields where we saw two hares playing.  There are many sections of the walk where what was once arable land has been returned to meadow and these areas are bright with wild flowers.  Also road verges have not been cut back and have many varieties of wild flowers such as red campion, trefoil, ox eye daisy, clover and many others.





There is an option after Shalfleet to reduce the walk by 2.8 miles and we were tempted but very glad we resisted as it turned out to be one of the nicest parts of the walk.  The path snakes back east to return to the coast and the views, colours and interesting coast line full of creeks to be crossed and wide seascapes should not be missed.  The weather made it a delight although it would have charm at any time.


Walking towards Hampstead Quay




Hampstead Quay











Emerging onto the beach at Hampstead Point we were surprised to see quite a large fish, dead but perfect, lying in the surf. We speculated that it might be a type of shark and we have since learned from an angler friend that it was indeed a young porbeagle shark.


Descending to Hampstead Point





A porbeagle Shark

We now walked parallel to the beach for quite a while and at one time were surrounded by pink sea thrift carpeting the way.


Walking through a carpet of sea thrift






A memorial to the side commemorated two young men who had been lost at sea two years apart in the 1930s.


1930s memorial to two boys, drowned at sea two years apart




We were glad of the board walk across a marshy bit


Walking towards Yarmouth there were many signs of coastal erosion, sudden clefts in the path and black skeletal trees lying in the water, roots and all where they had been carried into the sea by landslip.



Coastal erosion

The path moved slightly inland for a while before returning to the coast and descending to a small shingle beach where we turned left to follow the shore.  Our route took us through a wood where we saw signs saying Bouldner Forest Coastal Path and then along the sea wall to Yarmouth.



Carole on the sea wall near Yarmouth

Our day ended in the square at Yarmouth where we found The Bugle, our accommodation for the night. We entered gratefully and sank a couple of pints of Timothy Taylor Landlord.  It had been a long day but a good one.


Ready for a pint
                                                                                   To Day 3


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