Northam Burrows, North Devon
My loyal pooch and I, will not be beaten. The torrential rain, face stinging hail and tree bending winds of the past few weeks, have not deterred us from our daily pleasures of walking the glorious North Devon coastline, salt marshes and sand dunes. Thursday morning dawns gloomy and wet. I catch sight of a social media post for a WW II History walk over Northam Burrows.
What better way to spend a few hours than a bracing walk, whilst gathering some local historical knowledge and discovering some of the secrets of “Hidden North Devon”. We were off.
On arrival at Northam Burrows for the meet at The Visitors Centre, we had a slight problem, the road was total flooded and the great lake, being the car park, was being dredged! Not being a wuss, I parked on a dry bit of land and tried to open the door. I wouldn’t say that I was weak, but it took some effort to push against the gusting wind. Having achieved the task, I clipped the lead onto the hound and we set off, taking one step forward and being blown, two backwards. Finally reaching the centre (Late), I joined the group of hardy, waterproofed individuals and Rangers. Off we went.