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The Mediterranean Steps, Gibraltar

November 14, 2020

The northern of the twin Pillars of Hercules, the Rock of Gibraltar rises 1400 ft above the otherwise uninteresting (for walking) British Overseas Territory. Attached to mainland Andalusia, Spain by a narrow spit of land, it certainly has an interesting history ever since Greek times. I had been considering a quick weekend trip earlier in the year, before Spain closed its borders to Americans and I wound up here for two weeks instead (see my last blog post).

Fortunately, however, it does boast one interesting hike that any visitor should do: the Mediterranean Steps, the focus of this short blog. Most visitors are whisked up to the top of the Rock in 6 minutes by cable car. They miss the whole experience of the Rock.

Since this blog is notably shorter than most, I took the liberty of appending a few photos from my weekend in Venice in September.

Map of the Gibraltar Nature Reserve. It is known for its semi-wild population of Barbary Macaques, a tail-less monkey. It is also an important resting point for migrating birds. Purple lines are paths, the darker ones roads. The Mediterranean Steps start at the Jews’ Gate, on the right.
Trafalgar Cemetery and a portion of the Charles V wall near Southport Gate. I started my hike from my condo, to the north of the city near the airport. At 2.5 square miles, Gibraltar is not exactly large!
Gibraltar Botanic Garden. A small bit of green in the city. Unsurprisingly, not much was blooming in November.
The start of the Mediterranean Steps.
View from Pillar to Pillar: Jebel Musa, Morocco in the distance across the Strait of Gibraltar.
A view along the Med Steps. With the lock-down in England barring most international travel, not many tourists were visiting.
View out from one of the twin Goat Hair Twin Caves. They were given this name as they were goatherd refuges in the 19th century.
Higher on the Med Steps, the view North to East Beach in the distance, beyond which is Spain.
Paperwhite (Narcissus papyraceus), one of the very few wildflowers blooming
Looking down the switch-backed Med Steps
An unknown white flower. I was a bit desperate for some macro photography!
The gun turret at Ohara’s battery, on the highest point of the Rock. An interesting exhibit, it provided a nice rest after the climb!
Ohara’s gun, a 9.2″ MK 10. Pardon the violent, phallic imagery, but I thought it was a good photo.
View from the glass-floored Skywalk with a Barbary Macaque staring out into the mist. With some precipitation from the prevailing easterlies off the Med, I shortened my walk a bit, skipping the famous St Michael’s cave.
Mommy and baby Macaques. There are about 300 of them on Gibraltar.
The upper portion of the Charles V wall, a defensive fortification dating from the 16th century. The brown lumps on the wall are Macaques.
The Tower of Homage, part of the Moorish Castle. It was rebuilt during the second Moorish occupation in the early 14th century. The pond is populated with tadpoles, frogs, and a turtle.
View from the Moorish Castle. My condo was part of the Ocean Village complex, the tallest buildings seen here. The western end of the airport’s runway is on the right, extending into the bay. The road to and from Spain crosses the runway, and is blocked with concrete barriers when planes take off and land.
Although my second floor condo balcony only had a sliver of water view, this morning the superb sky compensated.

Although I managed to complete the Rock of Gibraltar hike in 4 hours, one could easily spend a whole day, including exploration of St Michael’s cave, WW2 tunnels (closed for maintenance), the extensive siege tunnels from the Napoleonic era (where I spent a half hour), as well as additional paths and roads in the nature reserve. Allowing one day for historical sights in the town, and another relaxing on the artificial Eastern Beach, Gibraltar certainly makes for an interesting long weekend in either the spring with the flowers out or early autumn with warmish water and the birds migrating. Summer is too hot, and the winter from November through February generally cold and wet.

And now for a few bonus photos! My time in Trentino, Italy in September was spent largely in the Dolomites. However, as I mentioned in my earlier blog, when the weather deteriorated at the end of the month, I journeyed to Venice for a long weekend. With three days to wander around the largely depopulated city, I took a number of photos, a few of which are shown below.

Piazza San Marco, about 8.30 AM on a Saturday. I’ve never seen it remotely this empty. Amazing.
Basilica San Marco
Rio dei Giardini, Castello. The gardens are just visible in the distance.
Grand Canal with Gondolas near Rialto Bridge. In contrast to the overcast on Saturday, there was great early morning light on Sunday.
View of the Grand Canal from the Accademia Bridge. The Basilica di Santa Maria della Salute is seen on the right
The Hotel Bauer (left), Grand Canal and Campanile San Marco
A canal in Dorsoduro, one of my favorite parts of the city

I returned from Gibraltar to London yesterday, a couple days early after my flight was cancelled (British Airways is down to only two flights per week to Gibraltar during the lock-down of England). As my overseas options are extremely limited, I have decided to return to the United States. My flight to Texas via Chicago leaves tomorrow. I will spend the Thanksgiving holidays with my brother and sister-in-law. Afterwards, my winter plans include the Coachella Valley in Southern California, followed by 3-4 months in St George, Utah. My very first Vagabond Hiker blog post, from December 2016, was of a hike in the Coachella Valley Preserve. In a sense, then, I will have come full circle in four years.

Which begs the question, should I continue this blog? I will stick with the vagabonding lifestyle for now, staying in the western US at least until the world opens back up. Perhaps I’ll be motivated to continue the blog from California, Utah, or points beyond. Stay tuned,

The Vagabond Hiker

Europe, Great Britain, Italy Kent

The Saxon Shore Way

November 5, 2020

Last month I walked 53 miles of the Saxon Shore Way (SSW) from Hastings to Dover. I completed this section in four days, spread over a span of one week to avoid the worst weather. My original plan was to continue farther on the 160 mile SSW to either Sandwich or Herne Bay, but due to increasingly poor weather I terminated my walk in Dover.

To the modern walker this portion of the Saxon Shore Way appears a bit of a misnomer. For much of the walk from Hastings to Dover the path is inland; often the English Channel is not even visible. Following the coast as it existed in Saxon times, i.e. before Duke William came ashore in 1066, the Saxon Shore Way gives one an idea of the changing landscape over the past centuries.

Day 1: Hastings to Rye, 12.5 miles

More precisely, I started by walking out my door in Rocklands and finished by walking the 1.5 miles from Hastings train station back home. In between I tried to capture some of the beautifully diverse scenery.

Hastings Old town, where the Saxon Shore Way officially begins (or ends, depending on one’s direction).
Looking back on the Fire Hills, Hastings Country Park, in the morning light. I left home at 7 AM, as soon as I could see the path.
Fairlight Cove village, a pleasant coastal bedroom community
Descending to the Pett Levels. After this point, Cliff End, the terrain changed from the rugged topography of Hastings Country Park to a much gentler landscape.
Swans along the Royal Military Canal on Pett Levels. The RMC runs for 28 miles, following the old cliff line bordering Romney Marsh. It was constructed as a defense against the French during the Napoleonic wars.
The first Saxon Shore Way sign I spotted, at the entrance to the Camber Nature Reserve. Signage markedly improved once I reached the county of Kent.
The ruins of Camber Castle, built by Henry VIII to help protect the Sussex coast from the French.

Day 2: Rye to Ham Street, 12.5 miles

On Day 2 I resumed my walk by driving to Rye, where I left my car. At the end, I took the train back from the village of Ham Street to retrieve my car.

A gate at the entrance to the Ancient Town of Rye, part of the Cinque Ports confederation
The rolling hills and farm near Iden Village
Ferry Inn, Stone in Oxney. Sadly, it wasn’t lunch time yet as this would have made a great stop.
A renovated Oast House near Appledore. An oast is a kiln house, typically for drying hops.
An Appledore public defibrillator, a brilliant re-purposing of an old phone booth
Gusbourne vineyards near Appledore. They have about 150 acres under vine, which as a walker was a great change from crossing muddy fields.

Day 3: Ham Street to Etchinghill, 15.5 miles

After a three day hiatus, I resumed the Saxon Shore Way, driving to Rye and continuing by train to the village of Ham Street where I had left off.

The lovely Ham Street Woods, just a few minutes’ walk from the station
A couple of long-necked locals
Priory Wood mushrooms. My flower search became more problematic this late in the season, but the rains definitely brought out the fungal fruiting bodies.
St Martins Church, Aldington. The fall colors are beginning to emerge.
Royal Military Canal view near Honeypot Cottage
Denizens of Lympne Wild Animal Park
Site of Portus Lemanis (now Lympne) Roman Fort. Perhaps in a few decades the shoreline will once again extend to here!
Lympne Castle, not open to the public but available for private functions. The graveyard is part of the adjacent church.
The Tolsford Hill Ordnance Survey Benchmark. That clump of trees is shown on my map as Brockman’s Bushes. This was my high point for the day, at about 600 ft above sea level.

After the walk up Tolsford Hill, the final climb this day, I was a half hour from Etchinghill. Rather than return to Hastings, I chose to stay there to save the hassle of catching a bus to then get a train back to my car in Rye and then having to repeat the process the next day. I enjoyed a good meal at The Gatekeeper pub and a restful sleep before continuing on to Dover the following morning.

Day 4: Etchinghill to Dover, 12.5 miles

North Downs Way stone marker. For my final stage from Etchinghill, the Saxon Shore Way coincided with the more well known North Downs Way.
Tunnel entrance, Folkestone. On January 1 it will be ground zero for Brexit, featuring miles of trucks backed up for Customs to cross the Channel into France.
An unknown purple flower. I was unable to identify it as a wildflower; perhaps it’s a garden flower that escaped.
Topography from the North Downs approaching Dover
A WW2 pillbox along the cliffs. There are many gun emplacements and observation post remnants along these cliffs.
A stainless steel sculpture of a Stuka dive bomber at the Battle of Britain memorial
Coastal view back to the west, highlighting Folkestone Warren, the undercliffs seen here
A platter-sized mushroom along the cliffs
A sailing boat in the Channel
Approaching Dover from the west
Common toadflax (Linaria vulgaris)
Dover Castle

The train from Dover back to Rye was far longer than my quick train journeys of 10-25 minutes up to this point, as it required a change at Ashford. Even so, I reached Rocklands by late afternoon, completing this portion of the Saxon Shore Way.

On the last day of October, I was scheduled to fly to Lanzarote, where my plan was to spend the winter walking in the warm sun and swimming in the ocean. Alas, British Airways would not let me board the plane as Spain had closed its borders to ALL US citizens – irrespective of their point of departure – the previous day! After about 45 minutes of discussion with the counter agent, I caught the next flight to Gibraltar, where I managed to find a condo available for two weeks. So here I am, enjoying the not-so-warm sun and swimming in the condo’s lap pool.

So where to from here? The options are extremely short as the world is closing down once more. England is in lock-down until at least early December. In any case the weather in winter is incompatible with my lifestyle. Stay tuned.

In a week or so I will post a short blog from Gibraltar focusing on the climb up the Mediterranean Steps to the top of the rock. Until then, enjoy nature as much as you can,

The Vagabond Hiker

Europe, Great Britain Kent

1066 Country Walk

October 10, 2020

No one is more unhappy than I that this post does not feature the otherworldly landscapes of Cappadocia, Turkey. However, on the night before my departure to Istanbul the UK government in its infinite wisdom removed Turkey from its Travel Corridor, a dwindling list of countries one can travel to without quarantining on return to the UK. Naturally, the two trekking companies I was going with immediately cancelled their trips, so I remain here in Hastings.

With one difference from my ten week sojourn this spring: post lock-down I can now travel by train (!), opening up numerous long distance hiking options nearby. This post is my first installment. . .

The 1066 Country Walk is 31 miles, plus another 13 or so including its two connector trails, from Hastings and from Bexhill-on-Sea. The way-marked trail begins at Pevensey Bay, where Duke William landed, and ends in the Ancient Town of Rye. Its approximate mid-point is the town of Battle, site of that famous altercation on October 14th 1066.

1066 Country Walk schematic, showing the main trail from Pevensey to Rye as well as the two connector trails, from Bexhill and from Hastings

A 20-minute train journey from Hastings to Pevensey Bay this past Tuesday marked the start of my walk.

Pevensey Bay Station

Pevensey Bay station is not much to look at, but only a few hundred yards from the old castle and Roman fort.

Pevensey Castle and Roman Fort

Of course, at 8.30 in the morning it was closed to visitors, but the morning light wasn’t too bad for a photo of this ruin before commencing on the trail proper, following the red shield and white arrow 1066 signs.

One of many finger posts I followed

The first miles of the path away from Pevensey Bay were along the Pevensey levels. This flat ground was the reason William decided to land here with his horses and troops.

Sheep browsing along Pevensey Haven
A common Kingfisher. NO, this is not my photo (!), but I watched a kingfisher for a while in the bushes along Pevensey Haven, so thought I would share this Wiki image.

The walk continued to the village of Herstmonceux with its parish church and castle. A quick snack in the graveyard, and then I continued onto Battle. With 16.5 miles to cover this day and rain in the forecast, I did not stop at this otherwise impressive castle.

All Saints Church, Herstmonceux
Herstmonceux Castle

Shortly after Herstmonceux castle, I happened upon what I thought at a distance were missile silos. Although boasting a gate house and security guard, the lack of two rows of razor wire fencing and dobermans quickly convinced me of their benign purpose.

The Observatory Science Centre, Herstmonceux

Passing through some woods I noticed an impressive old beech tree. The path continued along a quiet country lane.

Old Beech
Country lane near the village of Brownbread Street

After walking through the village of Brownbread Street, I shortly faced a rather steep climb (though all of a couple hundred feet elevation gain!) up Tent Hill. The vistas were impressive, at least for 1066 country, but rain clouds soon appeared from the west.

View from Tent Hill near Ashburnham

Much of the next couple of hours was spent in intermittent rain storms, and I arrived at the Abbey Hotel in Battle completely drenched. A hot shower and good meal soon revived me for the next day: Battle to Rye.

The Gatehouse, Battle Abbey
St Mary the Virgin church, Battle

The light wasn’t good the next morning as I walked through the town, but with over 14 miles to cover, I chose to leave a visit to the abbey and battlefield for when I returned on the Bexhill connector path in a couple of days. (In April I had done the Hastings connector as part of a circular walk, and saw no point in repeating that section).

A stately oak along the edge of a field

The weather on the second day proved spectacular for October, with lots of sun, little wind and temperatures near 60F.

Vista near the village of Broad Street
Showy fleabane (Erigeron speciosus) hanging on late in the season

After passing through a portion of the town of Icklesham, the path next approached the Ancient Town of Winchelsea. (The two Ancient Towns, Rye and Winchelsea, were major commercial centers in the late middle ages, second only to the Cinque Ports in importance along the Sussex and Kent coasts).

Wickham Manor, now Charles Palmer Vineyards, Winchelsea
Wickham Rock Lane gate, Winchelsea. There actually is a lane under the gate; it’s below the level of the surrounding fields.
St Thomas the Martyr church, Winchelsea

Winchelsea proved to be a very attractive town, and I would like to return to explore it more some time. Another hour then brought me to Rye, which I had visited last year, so after the long day decided that photos of this very interesting town could wait for another time. I simply caught the train for a 19 minute ride back to Hastings.

Thursday turned out to be gusty and rainy, so I waited until Friday to complete the Bexhill to Battle connector trail. This time the train journey from Hastings was only 10 minutes, followed by a 20 minute walk to get from the station to the start of the trail at the edge of town. By 8 AM I was walking along the fields and woods outside of Bexhill.

Marsh near Acton’s Farm
Common daisy (Bellis perennis). There aren’t many flowers still blooming, but I endeavored to get at least one photo a day!
Hillcroft Farm and pond
Another quiet country lane, this one near Peppering Eye Farm

The 7 mile connector path walk from Bexhill was over before I knew it. I had pre-booked a visit to Battle Abbey (necessary in these times of covid), where I wandered around the grounds for a while before walking to Battle Station for my train trip back to Hastings (another 20 minute journey).

Battle Abbey and battleground. Harold Godwinson, last of the Saxon kings, was killed here, paving the way for William to conquer England.

Next up on my long distance walking schedule is the Saxon Shore Way. The way-marked trail is over 160 miles, extending from outside my door in Hastings all the way to Gravesend along the Thames River in Kent. How much I actually complete will remain to be seen in my next blog post. Until then, appreciate nature wherever you happen to be.

The Vagabond Hiker

Europe, Great Britain Kent

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