Ease into movement along the beach beyond Minehead where sand gives way to pebbles and the salt marsh of Porlock shimmers with reedbeds and wading birds. The first notable ascent rises steadily, revealing layered headlands, distant ships, and that intoxicating mixture of brine, heather, and anticipation.
Reach the ruined lookout perched above drop-away cliffs, a breathtaking balcony where wind presses clothing flat and kittiwakes score the air. Peer east to Bossington’s long arc and west toward rugged moorland shoulders, then trace the narrow path that laces along airy curves with thrilling care.
Climb to sweeping turf and timeworn cairns, sensing faint footfalls of travelers who once watched the same ocean lanes. From here, tides glitter like hammered metal and Exmoor’s inland hills fold softly, while evening light unlocks Porlock Weir’s sheltered harbour and the promise of fireside suppers.
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