Sunday 9th June 2013 - Bridgwater Bay

Another notch on the Mullett bedpost... 10.75 miles (or as the Moves app tells us, 11.6 miles with two diversions.. one our fault, one not, more later).  The first diversion was forced on us by a MASSIVE construction site which we wondered whether was ground clearance for a new Hinkley Point power station, but which is actually a DfE wetlands creation project.  Seriously the size of a small town.  But the path was ok and led us without any decision making to a point on the River Parrett path where we soon rejoined the original walk.

Definitely the flattest walk we have done, for which give thanks.

 

 Why is it called a 'hide'.  Surely the birds can see this a mile off?

 A first for us.  We didn't just go wrong, we actually ended up in an entirely different village (Combwich) which we thought was Stockland Bristol.  Just missed a tiny turning.  So we walked to the left of this wierd house, and the next building was a pub.  Oh and this was at 12.40, two hours in to a walk on a very hot day...

Conversation with barman went something like 'Wow what a pleasant surprise. We're following a walk from a book and the author says there's no refeshments at all on the way round'.  'Really, that's surprising as until recently there were three pubs in this village, now we're the only one' 'Well we're glad we found you and we'll email the author'.  After a refreshing pint of Thatcher's Gold (not you Maggie stay dead you old witch) and a half of lager for M, plus clandestine eating of our own sandwiches in their 'garden' we read the map again and realised we were in a different village, but agreed that our version of the walk was much better!

 There were lots of 'works' going on, which is partly why we missed this path, which had been turned into a bulldozer motorway.

 Power lines radiating from Hinkley Point nuclear power station.

 The final section of the walk should have had fine views over Bridgwater Bay, but there was a new barrier, rather ugly, which spoilt it a bit.

 An old chapel in Steart, which incidentally was home to a huge number of enormous chicken battery sheds.