Walk distance 8 km
Cycle 15 km
Height 595 est
6 hours
Total coastal distance walked 8 km
Total coastal distance cycled 5km
Running coastal total distance 323.65km
Running height climbed 10596m
Parked in the car park at Freshwater west in the dunes. I then cycled to west angle. This involved a steep cycle out of the dunes and then a level road which dropped down to freshwater. With the wind behind me it was easy. I parked my bike a started walking hoping to beat the rain. Heavy rain was forecast all day. As x said at breakfast the weather is often different on the coast and the rainfall is much higher even a few miles inland. Amazingly the sun was shining. The path headed out to the point x where more fortifications, derelict foundations of east block house, stood. These were built in 1854..
There is also an Elizabethan watch tower built after the armada, and WWI lookout. Then there are iron age fortifications as well as a large bank around WWII Angle airfield. Rounding the Point the full force of the wind became apparent. The path way was mostly on wide turf, just occasionally narrow above steep drops a and in places the path was very steep. Rounding the pointing was once again walking with the open ocean. Large waves crashed against the rugged red cliffs. Views of freshwater west open up a magnificent sweep of a bay with huge sand dunes behind. Beyond is the military zone of castle martin. After collecting my bike, I returned to the same car park. I then cycled out of the dunes along a ridge which marks the boundary of the live firing area. Every now and then I heard explosions as rank shells fired as well as artillery. the ride was into a head wind and it was cold. I didn't want to walk this long tarmac section of the coastal path. It was an interesting ride passing the challenger and. Tank at the entrance to Merrion camp. Tanks were training in the distance. On the return ride it did all feel rather depressing.
After the initial excitement of seeing tanks it dawned on me this was real war games. I noticed cottages with names like cold comfort farm. Hardly welcoming. The barbed wire and trees along the road was bedecked in torn black plastic. Billowing in the wind with a backdrop of military warnings on one side and the power station in the distance on the other. With rain just coming I was glad to get back to the car.
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