Sunday, 4 September 2011
Blackberries and Mud - Worlebury Hillfort
Didn't want to venture far today after all the travels lately and after seeing some nice sea pictures on a blog I follow we decided to head to the nearest sea.
Well if you call Weston Super Mare coastal! This is the view over the Estuary - Some nice views of the Welsh coast too.
The tide was in so the bay was looking pretty picturesque with the mud flats of the Severn Estuary hidden under the water.
The walk took us over the headland at Woodspring Bay and down on to Sand Bay. I enjoyed the first part of the walk but I'm afraid Sand Bay is not my kind of place. A long concrete promenade with lines of retirement bungalows behind. If I ever mention retiring somewhere like that then please shoot me first. It also brought home just how vulnerable this area of coast is to rising sea levels. If it wasn't protected by a long artificial earth mound then it would take only a small rise to flood acres of land. To add insult to injury the promised pub was no longer there so that lunch was delayed.
Eventually we "escaped" the interminable prom and up into Weston Woods having spotted somewhere for lunch! The New Castle gave us some excellent cider and pannini which refuelled us. Taking stock we decided to abandon the planned route and instead head up into Weston Woods in search of the iron age hillfort. It is a long pull up but beautiful woodland, especially at this time of year with all the berries. A couple of pounds of blackberries just might have found their way into the backpacks ( I always carry foraging bags - just in case!).
At the tip of the headland we found Worlebury hillfort - allegedly one of the most notable ones in Somerset. The hillfort is iron age, on the site of earlier bronze age remains. Stone was extensively used for the fortifications and great heaps remain.
An interesting feature are the deep pits ( now partially covered with blackberry plants) which are believed to have been used for food storage and later on as burial sites.
Having reached the end of the headland there was no option but to retrace our steps. Going back the views were very different. The tide had revealed the infamous mud flats and the sun had vanished behind forbidding grey clouds promising rain which duly arrived with a blustery wind signalling a rapid retreat to the car!