Chilton Chine

Another glorious spring day on the Isle of Wight, and I was off out to lunch with a friend in Brighstone.  The drive to Brighstone was delightful; turning left at The Sun Inn at Calbourne meant I drove along a country road passing Winkle Street,  between arches made of tree branches meeting the hedge opposite, leaving dappled patterns of sunlight on the road.  We had lunch then we loaded my friends' dogs into her car and headed for the military road in search of a beach. We parked at Chilton Chine, near Isle of Wight Pearl and headed along a short footpath to a dilapidated, but stable, stairway to the beach below, bordering the chine. Turning right at the bottom we headed along the beach, throwing balls for the dogs and putting the world to rights. The sky was a glorious blue, with fluffy white clouds, and there was a stiff breeze blowing. We were well wrapped up though, so that didn't matter. The beach was strewn with boulders cut into myriad shapes by the action of the sea and the wind, all different and many fascinating to look at. The cliffs above were made of unstable clay in various shades of orange and yellow, with patches of blue slipper clay on the beach below.  There were signs too of recent cliff falls following winter storms. Other detritus included lobster pots, a bright pink buoy, various lengths of rope and large pieces of driftwood. The tide was coming in and the surf running up the beach was pure white and frothy. We turned back after about three-quarters of an hour as the tide was coming in and we didn't want to get cut off; there are few points of access to the beach along this coast, which is ncurrently worse than normal following coastal erosion over the winter. After a steep climb back up the steps to the top of the cliff, we were back at the car, having paused to admire the superb views along the coast from the Needles to Blackgang Chine. I shall definitely come back here!