Lincolnshire to Cornwall, The Wye Valley

River Wye

When I was a young boy we used to go quite regularly to Cornwall on family holidays. I last visited Cornwall for a holiday (I have been there since for work) in 1975 when I stayed in a bed and breakfast at Crantock village near to Fistral Beach at Newquay.  On that occasion to get there I drove a route through the Wye Valley, an area of Outstanding Natural Beauty and this time I was keen to replicate the journey.

We were staying with Lindsay (my sister) and Mick in Lydney in the Forest of Dean so this made the quest quite easy to achieve.

I especially wanted to visit two places on the route, Symonds Yat in England and Tintern Abbey in Wales.

We started at Symonds Yat and drove to the visitor centre at Symonds Yat Rock which is a high vantage point with wonderful panoramic views of the River Wye.  The river is the fifth longest in the United Kingdom after the Severn, Thames, Trent and Great Ouse and for part of its course provides the natural border between England and Wales.

Two pictures at Symonds Yat Rock, forty-five years apart…

symonds yat

That black shirt was always one of my favourites but it wouldn’t fit me now that’s for sure!

Symonds Yat Rock and View

From the visitor centre we followed a footpath through the forest and down to the fast flowing river and then took a gentle walk along the English west bank and back to the car park to the car that we had left there earlier.

From there we drove along the side of the river, along the route of ancient Offa’s Dyke, eventually crossing over the river and moving into Wales.

Some things in life stick in the memory like velcro and for me one of these was my first ever visit to Tintern Abbey.  As the road follows a sinuous course from the north it enters the attractive stone built village and after negotiating several turns quite unexpectedly the Abbey comes into view and rises majestically at the side of the river.  I remember it as a wonderfully powerful WOW moment.  This can never be repeated of course and I was ready for it this time but I still found it to be a special moment.

Now, I might be mistaken but I seem to recall that in 1975 you simply parked the car by the side of the road and just walked into the grounds of the ruined Abbey which was in the middle of an empty farmer’s field but you cannot do that anymore.  The Abbey is managed by the Welsh Government, welcomes seventy-thousand visitors a year and has all of the trappings that can be expected at a tourist attraction; a pay and display car park, souvenir shops, a café selling cream teas and a massive pub and restaurant and a forest of invasive signs.

Tintern Abbey

The Abbey cost £8 to go inside which seemed rather expensive so we didn’t bother, we saw what we could from the outside and then went to the pub for lunch instead.

There was more experience that I was hoping for before we left the Forest of Dean and that was to see a wild boar.  These days there are wild boar in several places in England but the Forest of Dean is the easiest and best place to spot them.  They had been extinct in England for four hundred years or so but sometime in the 1990s someone released the boar into the forest and they have flourished in conditions that suit them perfectly (rich, deciduous woodland, agricultural land nearby and the occasional household rubbish bin to raid) and it is estimated that there may now well be almost two-thousand roaming the forest in various sounders, the term for a herd of wild swine.

There is evidence of them everywhere in the forest.  Every few yards, the earth has been gouged up and pushed aside, the undergrowth freshly disturbed. At the base of the beech trees are long, raking scratches where the pigs has ripped over the topsoil, looking for something beneath. Bluebell roots lay limp against the earth where they’ve been pulled up and cut through, and around the base of the larger trees are deep, pale craters, as if the forest had recently been hit by a massive hail storm.

Lindsay is always telling stories of encounters with the animals and we had seen plenty of evidence that they were nearby and all around but so far we had not seen one but then in the evening driving to a pub in a nearby village we spotted a sow with some youngsters quite close to the road and I was happy about that.

And, the following morning as we left the forest on the first leg of our journey to Cornwall we glimpsed sight of a magnificent male beast foraging close to the road.  A lot of people in the forest consider them to be a pest but to be honest we considered ourselves to be very lucky to see them.

Wild Boar Forest of Dean

18 responses to “Lincolnshire to Cornwall, The Wye Valley

  1. You were such a handsome young chap! I endorse what you said about black shirts. They were difficult to get hold of in the seventies.

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  2. It’s a great valley and you’ve focused on the two best spots. Did some white water kayaking at Symonds Yat in the mid 1980s when the kids were learning, and agree that Tintern Abbey is definitely a wow place. I’m pleased to see wild boar back in the Forest too, quite common now in Cirencester butchers!

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  3. The enjoyable tour continues. Are we there yet? In 1966 I ran out of petrol on Piccadilly Circus, went off with a can to find a garage, and drove off after putting the contents in the car

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  4. Firstly, Symonds Yat. What does ‘Yat’ mean.
    Then the boar wonderful but it needs to be kept under control. Maybe “Asterix and Obelix” with the compliments of Goscinny and Uderzo.

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  5. Ah, that view of the Wye from Simmonds Yat! And I last visited Tintern in the early ‘90s, and don’t recall Visitor Centres and stuff….

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  6. My sister and I visited Symonds Yat and Tintern Abbey on a coach trip in the 70s (neither of us could drive). I think it was a bit later than 75 though, possibly 78, so we didn’t overlap!

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  7. I’d have done the same thing, 8 quid to walk around a ruin? Probably more than a pork pie and a pint cost.
    We have a town on the Northern Beaches , I’ve never been able to find out if it was named after the 2 rivers in England the Dee & the Wye.
    In 2005 I spent more money on visiting cathedrals than I did in the pubs, they no how to charge over there. Bet the Pope doesn’t like it.

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    • I generally only visit cathedrals that are free.

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      • I think I had to pay to go into Yorkminster not sure about Wells and Durham. I wasn’t too happy thought it was wrong but I did want to see them. damned mercenary and against the teachings of the bloke they try to promote, didn’t he kick them out of his dads house in Jerusalem? Well if this Dagenham boy had got the job instead of that other one George things may have been different.

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  8. Love the name Symond’s Yat and it looks a beautiful spot. Fountains Abbey is one of those ‘wow’ settings for me, but there too it’s a visitor centre experience these days. 🙂 🙂 Hope you’re enjoying Spain!

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  9. Both stops repeated from your memory were worth it! I can see why they stuck in your mind. Love the comparison at Symonds Yat Rock with old and new versions of Andrew. I would have been excited to see a boar as well, and I’m impressed that you had a chance to take a clear photo!

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