Monday 7th March 2011.
Another bad winter, flu, vehicle repairs, house repairs and generally overcast sky with a very cold wind. The sun stirred me out of my sloth like existence on Monday and I made my way down to Hurlstone Point for a gentle bouldering session. Drove into the NT car park at Bossington and found that the parking meter machine was still standing defiantly at the entrance. Worst still the rate has increased to £3 for all day. Left quickly and parked by the roadside instead.
Another bad winter, flu, vehicle repairs, house repairs and generally overcast sky with a very cold wind. The sun stirred me out of my sloth like existence on Monday and I made my way down to Hurlstone Point for a gentle bouldering session. Drove into the NT car park at Bossington and found that the parking meter machine was still standing defiantly at the entrance. Worst still the rate has increased to £3 for all day. Left quickly and parked by the roadside instead.
It was a beautiful day in the sun protected from the cold easterly breeze. There is a little chalk here and there tending to suggest that some hardy soul has been active on the bouldering wall during the winter. Being ten pounds above my fighting weight I really felt the strain in my arms, even sitting on a boulder I felt heavy. Must do something about that quickly.
Saw three couples out walking around the point. Looking across Porlock Bay towards Glenthorne and Foreland Point the coast was in shadow with mist shrouding the hill top. It did not look very inviting at all.
Great views along the coast but the cold wind soon had me on the move again. I descended into East Combe and followed the rugged coast path east. At the top of the ridge between East Combe and Henners Combe the wartime remains of a bunker and a tank reminded me that North Hill was once a 
Hidden in the heather and gorse are bunkers, turntables and embankments along which targets ran on rails. I know of one bunker where it is still possible to squeeze inside. I moved on down into the top of Henners Combe, crossed the stream and climbed the slope on the far side. I wanted to have a close look at the boulders and rock faces in Western Brockholes. The place is completely shattered, it has long scree / boulder slopes, two huge cube shaped boulders and various pinnacles. Here and there in the debris it is possible to descend into holes of up to 18ft or so. I am no geologist but it seems as though the hillside has slumped creating ridges, rock faces and areas of boulders. 
Very similar to The Guildhall below Sugarloaf Hill, but covering a far larger area. I continued east along the path to 