Golden Cap - 24th September 2016

Walk: 6.5 miles and 1050ft of ascent

Our usual preference when on holiday is to stay away from the tourist traps at a weekend, we don't particularly like the crowds, and today would be no different. In fact, we even chose to leave the car parked up and set off on a walk from the cottage.



After yesterday's long drive down here, we were both a little tired this morning so had a lazy few hours, eventually leaving the cottage at 11am. We intended heading down to the small coastal hamlet of Seatown, and then decide which way we would go from there. It was only about a 20 minute walk down there, so no sooner had we left the cottage we were delighting at the white waves crashing onto the red pebbled beach, and watching the fishermen strewn along the beach looking to make the most of the rough seas and the fish that is brought in when the seas are so rough.



We could have headed east and up Doghouse Hill, but chose the more challenging option to head up to Golden Cap; and at over 600 ft above sea level it was certainly a slog up there; it's a very steep climb to reach the top. But, the reward is well worth it as the views are stunning. Down to West Bay and beyond in the east, and over Lyme Regis towards Devon in the west. It was on top of the 'Cap' that we took a seat (actually a log and the floor) and replenished our energy reserves.

It was a great effort by Donna getting up the hill, she's not done any hill-walking since her collapsed lung in May so it was difficult, but she did it. I was finding it a challenge, and I've had the advantage of a couple of recent walks with a decent amount of ascent.



Neither of us fancied going back the same way, it was after all a little like a motorway as it forms a well walked part of the south-west coastal path, so we took a path in a northerly direction and around Langdon Hill back towards Seatown. We added about half a mile onto our walk due to the map we'd purchased suggesting a route, but there was barbed wire stopping us in the corner of the field!

The path now was all downhill, and instead of heading straight back to the cottage we took advantage of the Anchor Inn in Seatown to wash down some Thatchers Gold cider, a pint for me and a half for my lovely lady. A very popular place, busy today so I imagine 'heaving' in the summer.


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