……To continue my walk to Branscombe from Beer in Devon – it was such a stunningly fabulous day! That first sight of the red cliffs curving away into the distance! Wow and double WOW!!!
The visibility was perfect. There is something so restorative about being able to see so far, so clearly. I feel at once that I become as big as the panorama and at the same time feel like a teeny tiny speck in the vast universe and connected to all there is.
If you are at all bothered by heights skip the next photo
Just over the brow of the hill you are treated to an inland view of the villageAnd my goal ahead, the Sea Shanty Beach Cafe for lunch.I am so glad I did not know what an incredibly steep decent it is into Branscombe before I set off, or I might not have gone on this walk. I have osteo-arthritis in my right knee. I can walk up hill and along the flat for miles, but even with a knee support and a walking stick, as soon as I start going downhill the right knee starts to give up. My remedy: either go down sideways, or backwards or if VERY steep go as far as possible on my bum!Much to the amusement of fellow walkers! (You knew I would have pink boots – didn’t you?)
As you can see this is the route for a cross country run! That hill must be a killer! Hope it all went well for them.After the long muddy steps there is still a way to go – and this I did mostly backwards. A lot of people look curiously at me or stare straight ahead trying to ignore this odd behaviour, I prefer the merry quip and a bit if banter. It occurred to me that I have never come across anyone else walking backwards downhill – does this mean that people with arthritic knees just don’t go walking the hills and dales.
I also had the Goons singing in my ear: I’m walking backwards for Christmas
One young person striding past said “there’s a Frank Sinatra song ‘Walking backwards in High Heels isn’t there?” so I tried looking it up and came up with these lyrics, but no mention of Frank.
“The Woman With You”
She hit the door 6:55 sack full of groceries split down the side.
Can goods scattered all the way to the curb.
Look on her face saying don’t say a word.
So, it’s me and her and a can of beans sitting there on the front porch swing.
Western sky all turning red.
Head on my shoulder she sighed and said:
Been gopherin, chauffeuring, company chairman.
Coffee maker, Copy repairman.
Anymore there ain’t nothing I swear man that I don’t do.
Been juggling, struggling, closing big deals.
Dancing backwards in high heels.
Just when it feels like i can’t make it through.
She said it sure is nice to just be the woman with you
Once at the bottom there is an information board to read whilst you summon up the energy for the last few steps to sit in a delightful garden at the Sea Shanty Cafe (you can also sit out at the front and look at the sea).
…. I must just tell you about Doreen’s garden – if you are ever in Branscombe you MUST go and see this magical, crazy garden, which is plainly Doreen’s life’s work and you can look around and explore to your heart’s content – all she asks is that you make a donation for Devon’s Air Ambulance service – fabulous!
And then I caught the bus back to Beer – a white-knuckle ride, switchbacking through tiny lanes with brambles scratching the bus from hedges on both sides!
Hope you enjoyed the walk.
WEDNESDAY WALK-ALONG: this week you can also go for a walk with Murtagh’s Meadow, in Ireland.