Some highlights from Bournemouth include visiting the oceanarium and participating in a beach clean up, accidentally watching the Bournemouth Air Festival, and eating really good Lebanese food down the street from my Airbnb.
I spent a lot of time walking the promenade from Bournemouth to Poole. Apparently it's a common thing to have a beach hut if you live nearby. These range from shacks with camping stoves and enough space to store beach chairs to two story huts with bathrooms and mini kitchens. The less modern ones are painted with fun colors and usually the owner has some personality showing in the decor, whether that be in the choice of curtain in the window or figurine in the porthole.
Though this seems super great and convenient, the huts in Bournemouth sit at the edge of a clearly eroding cliff.
When I saw this set up, I realized how important it is that I work on this project. Coastlines are constantly evolving and there are so many parts to the question of what do we protect and when. If you choose to install protective structures on the cliffside, allowing for continued tourism and bringing money to local businesses, you then have to maintain the structures, which can cost a significant amount in the long run. If you let nature run its course, saving money and resources, you risk losing property above and below the cliff. Of course there are many scenarios for this setting, but you can see how challenging it can be for those in power to make decisions.
On a less serious note, one day whist walking the beach, I happened to catch the first day of the Bournemouth Air Festival. There are several displays throughout the day, but I watched the RAFAT Red Arrows show.
Below are some videos of the Red Arrows.
As recommended by one of the researchers I talked to, I took a trip to Studland to see Old Harry Rocks. I think there's some old story about why the rock formation is called that, but essentially it's a chalk formation part of the Jurassic Coast.
After seeing Old Harry and exploring the area, I walked 3 miles to the ferry that would take me back to Bournemouth from Swanage. This walk allowed me to check off yet another part of the South West Coast Path. It wasn't the easiest walk because it was mostly along the beach and walking in sand isn't my favorite thing ever, but it sure was beautiful. Near the end of the path is Knoll Beach which has a massive dune field and lots of people tend to set up their blankets and such in them, which I can't imagine is good for the longevity of the system.
By the time I was in Bristol, I started to get into a rhythm of having some work days and some exploring days. However, most of my days here were work days as I was nearing the end of my stay in England and wanted to plan out the next steps. That being said, I did take a day to see the city discovering places like St. Nicholas Market, where I got the best kebab yet, and Brandon Hill.
Though Bristol isn't on the coast, it does have the River Avon, so I spent some time walking along their riverside path.
In addition to my kebab at the market, I had some really great food here. My favorite bakery was Farro where I tried their spiced buns, babka, and damson galette. I also had a steak and mushroom pie at Pieminster, bibimbap at Tuk Tuck, and dinners sponsored by Tesco. Bristol seemed to have just about any type of food possible and I wish I had more time to try it all.
One of the sandy beaches close to Bristol is in Weston-super-Mare. The town itself is pretty large with many shops and restaurants, so I spent a bit of time exploring. I grabbed lunch at a diner and headed out to the beach.
My biggest shock when I got there was how far out the tide was. The tidal range there is a staggering 14.5 meters (~47.5 ft), making it the second highest in the world. It was a bit intimidating to stand on the promenade and hear the sea in the distance but not see it. During low tide, many mudflats are exposed, which can become dangerous if you are not careful. There are signs everywhere saying don't walk any farther into the sea, but people do it anyway and you can see them up to their knees in mud.
Also, as you can see in the picture on the left, it was super foggy for most of the morning, which only added to the eeriness. It's the only beach I've been on that hasn't been immediately relaxing.
While the beach was still foggy, I walked from Weston-super-Mare to Uphill, a nearby town. I soon became aware of why the town might be called Uphill as I had to walk up a giant hill to get to St. Nicholas Church. The church was consecrated in 1186 and is a part of The Churches Conservation Trust, so is well preserved. I particularly enjoyed the view from the neighbooring tower.
The next day I decided I wanted to see Bath. I hopped on a bus and was there in about an hour. I ran into some Australians I had met in the hostel and we went on a walking tour.
The buildings made of Bath Stone were my favorite part (like that pictured on the left). It's like the whole city has a thread of continuity even if the buildings are different architecturally. This was also the first walking tour I went on and I realized why people go on them. I typically operate on the "let me go walk around and see things myself" plan, but the tour was pretty informative. It was nice letting someone else show me places instead of having to search online to see what I should visit and then go find it.
This is The Royal Circus. There are 30 homes in the 150 m (~490 ft) long building. The Circus was designed by John Wood, the Elder, so that the front would look like one, symmetrical home, but the builders were allowed to do whatever they wanted behind the facade. If you walk behind The Circus you can see how that worked out because none of the homes are constructed in the same way.
Though I didn't visit the Roman Baths (because it seemed unreasonable to spend almost $30 to look at a pool of water), I did go to the Bath Abbey next door. I was again impressed with the architecture and enjoyed wandering around staring mostly at the ceiling. I was staying late enough so I attended another evensong service.
Well, if there's anything I can say about Southampton it's that the University's campus is really nice. In fact I became well aquainted with it after spending almost every day in the library. The weather wasn't the best during my week there, so I mostly worked and planned for Peru.
One of my meetings for my project took me to the National Oceanography Centre, and that ended up being a highlight of the trip. The only other marine center of that caliber I've been to is Woods Hole Oceanographic Institution, and that was a tour when I was a junior in high school. Now that I know a bit more, it was really cool to meet with researchers and Ph.D. students to talk about things I'm passionate about. I was given a tour of the facilities and got to see an "aquarium", which was essentially a room where fish and such are kept for research. Visits like that confirm that I do like what I'm setting out to do and that a Ph.D. is in my future.
On a completely different note, some of the only pictures I took in Southampton were of food. Though I had my fair share of English breakfasts over my time in England, my two favorite were from this week.
This was from Uptons of Bassett: half butcher shop, half restaurant. On the plate are chipolatas, champion black pudding, house collar bacon, two eggs, and toast. I really regret not going back to get one of their giant sandwiches.
This breakfast is from The Garden in Cowes. I had cumberland sausages, streaky bacon, potato hash, roasted vine tomatoes, field mushrooms, house beans, and fried foccacia. There was more of an Italian seasoning through everything, which was a nice change from the usual flavors.
The weather wasn't looking too pleasant, but I saw there was a ferry to the Isle of Wight and decided on a whim to get a ticket. As soon as I got on the bus from my Airbnb to the ferry, it started pouring and it was the kind where you think any type of waterproofing might fail at any second. However, upon arriving to the ferry terminal, the rain stopped, allowing for an easy ride.
Cowes, the town we docked at, is a classic seaside town. Rather upscale, but had everything you could need including the nicely painted buildings in coastal shades (see picture on the left). I spent the day walking along the promenade, through the town, and reading near the beach.
I think there's a sailing group here because there were a bunch of boats out during the day. Cowes is on the more sheltered part of the island, so it seemed like it would be a nice place to sail around.
At one point I realized I should try and see the Osbourne House, one of the historical landmarks on the island, but by the time I walked all the way over there, it had closed and started to rain again. Luckily, the rain didn't last long and I was able to see this nice double rainbow on my walk back.
I walked around a bit more, and ended the day with a nice dinner overlooking the water. The ferry back was easy and I was glad to have been able to spend the day in a new coastal spot.
I figured while I was close by, I should probably make a trip to see Stonehenge. What I wasn't prepared for was how complicated and expensive it would be to get there.
I started with a train from Southampton to Salisbury. My plan then was to grab a late breakfast and take one of the local buses to Woodhenge, another circle monument near Stonehenge. From there I would walk to Stonehenge to avoid paying for the entrance fee and the official Stonehenge bus. The weather was quite nice so it should have been an easy day walking around Salisbury. This, however, was not the reality.
After my breakfast, I walked to the bus stop where I thought I could grab the right bus. I have no idea what was happening that day, but none of the buses were running on time and I ended up waiting for over an hour for the bus to come. It never did. In the meantime, two buses I could have taken passed by, but I didn't realize they would also bring me to the same place, or at least close to Woodhenge. I gave up on the local bus around 2 hours into waiting around on the street and found the official Stonehenge bus stop. There should have been a bus within 15 minutes of me arriving, but that bus never came. I then waited another hour for the next official bus, which was the last one of the day, and finally was on my way.
I knew I wanted to go to the evensong service at the Cathedral at 5:30 pm, so planned out which bus to take back to make with enough time to see Salisbury a bit (because waiting on a random street doesn't really count). This meant I would have around 40 minutes to walk the free path from the visitors center to Stonehenge, take my pictures, and make my way back to the bus. If I wasn't so concerned about time, the walk would have been really nice. It was a bit longer than I anticipated, but the path took through a cow pasture where you could get close enough to pet the cows.
Arriving at Stonehenge itself felt a bit like checking off a bucket list item. It is literally a circle of rocks and looks exactly like all the pictures. Even if you pay the $25 ticket fee, you still aren't all that close. This isn't to deter anyone from going and seeing it themselves, but there are definitely cheaper and more interesting things in England.
After I took my pictures, I walked all the way back to the bus stop with what I thought would be only a few mintues of waiting before heading back. This turned into another 40 minutes as the bus I wanted to take never came. That also meant I would be taking the last bus of the day back to Salisbury and would have to speed walk to the Cathedral to make the service. Eventually the bus arrived, we packed way too many people on, and drove back to the city.
Here are the cows on the walk in
This was my view from the free path
I ended up making it to the evensong service seconds before the procession began. I was a bit distracted on the way in because of how elaborate the Cathedral is, but quickly found a place in the chancel next to the choir. I had been to two evensong services at this point, so knew what was happening, which was nice. After, I spent a few minutes walking around the Cathedral and booked it back to the train station to take the next train to Southampton.
Though the day didn't go as planned, it really could have been a lot worse. I got to see almost everything I wanted to and only had to pay a small amount more than anticipated. I think days like this are necessary to throw me back into the reality of traveling and they make me slow down and remember not everything will be perfect all the time.