then down across to the hedgerow, which I followed to Porlock Post. I continued across Exford Common, across the road and out onto Almsworthy Common. I entered the triangle onto Hurdle Down and followed a path on the NW side of the marsh through shattered conifers to the stream junction. I looked left up the valley towards the road near Aldermans Barrow and remembered that I had once struggled down through those bogs many years ago. I decided to carry on down stream to the bridge. Still having plenty of time on my hands I continued down Chetsford Water. I soon became aware of stags bolving and herds of deer on each side of the valley.
The above stag was on Great Hill on the north side, he did not appear to be very happy, he was shouting at the herd on the other side of the valley.

This concentration of deer was one of the largest I had seen. I followed the track as it climbed out of the valley disturbing the herd on the south side as I passed. I soon came out on the road down to Nutscale and turned right towards the road leading to Pool Bridge.


Craig Cau.



the very steep path to Burgundy Chapel, then along to Greenaleigh Farm. I set foot on the beach below Greenaleigh at about 1030am. The tide was still well in, to the west I could see that some climbing would be required at the west side of the beach. It looked deserted, I clambered over the first outcrop and came across three young men attempting the same route. They were wisely waiting for the tide to recede further, foolishly I continued until I was brought to a halt 12ft above the water where a very slimey groove blocked the route west. I was eventually joined by the trio on a very cramped narrow ledge. By now the beach was dry but the cliff below was undercut with no visible way down. Rather than return along the cliff we set about fixing a rope and lowered ourselves to the beach. Many times over the years I have climbed across the cliffs above the water only to find that it would have been faster and much easier to wait for the tide to ebb then just walk along the beach.
The trio were obviously going to take their time and have a good look around so I left them to it. There were no other problems, I came out onto Selworthy Sands just as the sand was being uncovered. Peregrines with their rapid wing beat were racing across the cliffs and the weather was holding out. 


I climbed up via the Fisherman's rope into Coney Combe then on up to Selworthy Beacon before heading back across the hill, reaching the car just as the rain began to fall. 
We explored the caves down below the lookout and made our way out on to Selworthy Sands.
The sands are really uneven at the moment with holes and pools running the length of the beach. Not much chance of light aircraft landing here for a while.
The ascent up into East Combe has become difficult. A slide of wet earth has scoured the holds and buried the end of the fixed roped to the extent that there is no slack in it. It took about forty minutes to get everyone up into East Combe. Peregrines were seen flying across the cliffs above the sands. There were quite a number of people about, the car park was full with the overspill field in use. Yes, even I bought a ticket.