This is the third and final instalment of posts on why I love Somerset so much. On our last day there, we went for a long 3 mile walk up, across and back down Brean Down, and stumbled across some old ruins dating back to the mid 1800’s…
The steep steps up the hill reminded me of how flipping unfit I have become. Gone are the days of hitting the gym every day and eating well… but this walk made me realise I need to get my ass into gear and do something about it. Once I’d huffed and puffed my way up the hill, we walked across the down, looking over to the sea at one side and Weston-super-Mare the other.
I love how fresh and peaceful I felt up there. It was pretty windy as it’s such an open place but that’s to be expected. Even the trees had adapted to the extreme weather up there. No one was around and it was amazing to just look around and take in the views. Views of rolling hills and seeing green as far as the eye could see; a stark difference to grey, bleak and flat Essex.
We walked for around an hour and a half, till we reached what looked like the end of the walk. We walked up a steep hill, expecting to reach the edge of a cliff, and instead could see a collection of buildings sat right on the edge of the hill. And what did we do? Go and explore of course!
On the walk down, I slipped in a dodgy looking brown patch and fell straight on my bum. Good job no one was around, because MAJOR EMBARRASSMENT. I did look around but thankfully no one was about. The said dodgy patch could have come from a family of mountain goats we saw clinging onto the edge of the cliff. I’ll let it go this time though considering how cute they all looked huddled together.
What we had stumbled on was Brean Down Fort. The site has a long history because of its prominent position on the cliff. Without turning this into a history lesson for you… the earliest recorded settlement is from the Early to Middle Bronze Age. The buildings that are there now were constructed in the 1860s to provide protection to the ports of the Bristol Channel, but was abandoned in 1901. During WW2 it was rearmed and used for experimental weapons testing. The site has been owned since 2002 by the National Trust and is open to the public 365 days of the year. Phew.
There’s a cute family selfie of my dad, nan and I for you. Make up free and au natural hair… interesting. We took the easier flat path back down Brean Down and took cover from the brisk windy weather in the car. We walked around 3 miles, there and back, and were out for about 3 hours. If you’re local or visiting Somerset, I’d thoroughly recommend a trip here!
Incase you missed my other Somerset posts, here’s my:
Tiffany’s Edwardian Tea Room review & Weston Sand Sculpture festival review!