The little guys and Alex’s long walk round

For some time now, the little guys have been following the progress of Alex Ellis-Roswell, who is walking around the coastline of Great Britain to raise money for the RNLI. And when I noticed on Saturday evening that he was in our neck of the woods and planning to walk from Weston-super-Mare to Portishead the next day, I couldn’t resist getting in touch to see if he wouldn’t mind the Crew and I tagging along.

And so it was that the little guys and I found ourselves at Weston-super-Mare lifeboat station the next morning, waiting for the intrepid long distance walker to arrive. The Crew kept a sharp look-out down the promenade, keen to spot Alex as soon as he appeared.

The Crew waiting for Alex

The Crew keep a look out for Alex

We didn’t have to wait for long, though, as Alex soon rocked up and was keen to meet the Crew. Having started his walk in Kent in August last year, he was well into his stride. And he’d even managed to convince someone to transport his rucksack to Portishead by car, meaning that while I was lugging a pack full of camera, sandwiches and LEGO, Alex sauntered along with a nothing more than a plastic bag containing a sandwich and an energy drink.

Alex with the Crew

Alex meets the Crew

We started by heading north from Weston up along the coast to the village of Kewstoke. At this point, the geography of the coastline (and, in particular, the number of drainage channels leading into the sea and the lack of bridges over them) meant that we had to turn inland. So we meandered across the North Somerset levels towards Hewish, crossing over the M5 motorway in the process, before turning back towards the coast.

The North Somerset levels

The North Somerset levels

We stopped for lunch in the middle of the levels, with the incredibly flat landscape offering stunning views in all directions. I was keen that Alex got to experience the best that our part of the world offers and thankfully the weather, for once, played along. It was a bit chilly, sure, but the sun shone brightly all day and the fields around us glowed with an unusual warmth.

Alex having lunch

Lunchtime!

The Crew were a bit peckish by this point, too, so tucked in to a sandwich. Please note that, in the photo below, they are eating the sandwich. They are not in the sandwich. In mean, I was hungry, but not that hungry.

The Crew with a sandwich

The Crew tuck into a sandwich

After a few short miles traipsing along the tiny roads that wind their way around the small family farms and orchards on the levels, we arrived back at the coast and followed the sea wall towards Clevedon. And we only had to climb over two gates and dodge an over-enthusiastic muckspreader. (This is North Somerset, after all…)

The sea wall south of Clevedon

The sea wall leading to Clevedon

As late-afternoon turned to early evening, we stumbled into the regency town of Clevedon, with its famous (around here, at least) pier. We stopped for a quick photoshoot and the Crew took this opportunity to stretch their legs.

Alex and the Crew in front of Clevedon pier

Taking a quick break in Clevedon

We were also joined here by Molly, my Labrador, who was to walk the last seven or eight miles with us to Portishead. She’d already met Alex when we set off from Weston and seemed happy to be participating in our little adventure. Well, my little adventure. Alex’s 6,500 mile journey around the coast is clearly quite a significant adventure.

Alex, Molly and Simon

Molly joins the team

As we were walking along the coast path, we met a family looking a little frantically for their red setter dog. We’d not seen it, but promised to keep our eyes open. And a little while later, we did indeed come across an owner-less red setter, padding around and generally minding its own business.

Molly and I grabbed the dog by the collar and Alex rang the phone number on its tag, to see if this was the subject of the missing-dog search. It turned out that it was, so we agreed to walk back with the dog towards its owners. Using a piece of paracord that I carry in my rucksack (I knew it would come in handy one day), Alex fashioned a lead and we delivered the errant setter back to its relieved family. All in a day’s work…

After this brief moment of excitement, we continued on our way and were soon on the outskirts of Portishead. We passed the Black Nore lighthouse (another celebrated local landmark) and were soon at the lifeboat station next to the sailing club. (This is the current lifeboat station. There is a new station being built by the town’s marina. And once this is up and running, the independent lifeboat is going to be adopted by the RNLI. Quite a significant moment for the town and its lifeboat crew.)

Portishead's Black Nore lighthouse

The Black Nore Lighthouse in Portishead

Seeing that Alex was now in good hands with the Portishead lifeboat crew, Molly and I bade him farewell and continued on our way into town. It was getting dark at this point and we had fantastic views across the Severn estuary, with the lights of the two Severn bridges shimmering in the distance. And then, after eight hours and twenty-odd miles, we two weary travellers headed downhill to the marina, where Natalie was waiting to drive us home.

The lights of the Severn estuary

The Severn estuary at dusk

The little guys and I were honoured to meet Alex and to have the opportunity to support him – in a small way – in his awe-inspiring trek. We look forward to following his onward progress and urge you to support him, too. You can find him on Twitter and on Facebook. And when he comes to your neck of the woods, perhaps you could tag along with him for a while, too.

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