Bossington Beach and Saltmarsh

Despite having a horrible virus, and feeling complete crap, my Adamts13 has thankfully remained above 103! Phew, time to celebrate. I had prepared myself for a fall. TTP is still taking me by surprise. I'm grateful for the blood tests, and for the care I'm given.

We woke to sunshine and because it can vanish behind clouds in the wink of an eye, we quickly gathered some bits and drove to Bossington.

Bossington is NT and has a good car park (daily charges apply). It can get busy but there is an overflow, which is actually so much nicer for picnics, on grass and under blossom. It's really pretty.

We find the footpaths a bit of a maze. Some are hedged, and you can easily take a turn inland when you want the beach, but it's worth exploring. There are plenty of signposts and once on the Marsh you can see for miles. You can climb up through Allerford Woods, or just just stay on the flat. We chose the flat today ☺️.

This field has been beautifully ploughed.

The view towards North Hill, that's for another day!

The Saltmarsh.

Boardwalks point the way.

Samphire grows here.

One of those spring days; sunglasses, sunhat and fleeces. Still, no umbrella needed today!

There was a Heron in the water!

The shingle ridge, the tide regularly breaks through, hench the boardwalks.

The Lime Kiln, a ruin now.

A glimpse of the sea, complete with pill box.

It was a good walk, didn't make 10,000 steps, but those taken were in the right direction.

Don't Panic. Get checked! ♥️

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