Distance - 6.5 Miles
Geocaching - 3
Walk Inspiration - Jarrold South Devon and Dartmoor - Walk 20
It had to happen. A Real Ale Walking Blog that comes from Beer.
And what a delightful place it is. A narrow high street, with a stream running down the side of it. Gorgeous beach, with several choices of refreshment. Three pubs to choose from, post walk.
From the cliff top car park, I am straight out onto the Coast Path, where a life long ambition is realised. I geocache at Beer Head.
Looking Back towards Beer - on the way to Beer Head |
A choice is presented at Branscombe Cliffs - I can stay high and walk on the cliff tops or I can meander down onto the landslip - which presents a "land that time forgot" walking experience. Shielded from the sun under a tree canopy, with impressive views in the occasional gaps. Top walking, even if I know the climb back up top awaits.
Branscombe Cliffs from above |
The Land Slip that is waiting to be explored |
Waiting for a Boris Carving to be added. Or maybe not. |
Back up top and you can see where I am headed |
Branscombe Mouth offers refreshment, with a cafe - and access to the beach. It also offers an escape route to shorten the route - but there's no need for that on such a glorious day. Another stiff climb up the headland but the reward is a pretty church and the Mason's Arms. Unless its before midday.
Branscombe Church |
Find me a prettier pub! (One open, is the required response) |
Its easy inland walking on the way back - more hill climbing but once at Mare Lane - its all gently downhill to Beer.
A choice of three pubs are available. The Dolphin looked interesting, in an old school hotel way. The Anchor could compete for "Best View from a Beer Garden" competition but the free house that is the Barrel of Beer won the Mappiman dollar.
It nearly provided the title of todays blog.
On a day like today, I only poked my head through the door. The umbrella on the left had my name on it. I can report there were two real ales on. I can also report the LocALE Branscombe Brewery Golden Fiddler was a fitting finale to fine day.
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