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Motorhome travel: The Isle of Wight

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Words & Photography: Carol Burkinshaw  

Note: This feature was written prior to the coronavirus pandemic. We are publishing it for your enjoyment and to help you plan your future trips. Readers must follow the latest government advice before leaving their homes. Check www.gov.uk/coronavirus for the latest news.

Gazing across Freshwater Bay, backdropped against towering, white chalk cliffs, I could visualise a bearded Victorian gentleman wearing a black cloak and wide-brimmed hat striding out across the clifftop’s flower-swathed downland.

Frequent walks from his nearby home at Farringford House onto what is known today as Tennyson Down had kept the creative ink of the Poet Laureate Alfred, Lord Tennyson flowing over several decades. It’s a landscape that inspired the literary genius to write powerful poems such as The Charge of the Light Brigade and Maud and drew many other contemporary gifted intellectual and artistic minds to his remote pad on the Isle of Wight.

As the weather was fair we hadn’t expected to find ourselves all alone as we climbed Tennyson Down, so luxuriantly soft underfoot, to the huge granite cross of the Tennyson Monument.

Tennyson Monument at Tennyson Down

Facing Freshwater Bay, our panorama spanning the Isle of Wight, the mainland and the sparkling sea was immense. In the opposite direction a dagger-shaped, flat peninsula stabbed into the English Channel.

As we stepped onto this headland, we felt strangely high and exposed, as though we were walking to the end of a diving board. Rounding the tip of the promontory we passed two Victorian defence batteries with many stories to tell, but our sights were set on the Alum Bay that lay ahead.

Renowned for its multicoloured sand cliff, as a child I can remember digging into the base of the cliff and filling my souvenir jar with the extracted material. Such activity is no longer permitted, although you can create your own personalised ornament at the Sand Shop using its officially collected rockfall. Seen most clearly after rain, at the time of our visit the cliff’s 20-odd shades of sand were, unfortunately, a little muted.

We didn’t linger at the seemingly out-of-place pleasure park plonked above this natural wonder and, instead, ascended to Headon Warren.

Stretched out in front of us was the ‘diving board’ peninsula we’d walked across earlier. Its gleaming cliff face tapered to a row of three chalk stacks – the iconic Needles – rising from the sea. Distracted by these jagged white fangs, their toothy gap resulting from a collapsed column, we almost missed a long grass snake slither past our feet.

Clamped limpet-like to the outer Needles rock at the western tip of the island is a red and white lighthouse. From here an elevated spine of chalk runs across the centre of the island to Culver Cliff in the east.

Our rambles along this ‘promenade in the sky’, accompanied by a pleasant breeze and spacious vistas, were a joy. The real landscape beauty of this vertebra-shaped isle, however, is that it somehow manages to pack in a bit of everything from southeast England. Yet, refreshingly, the slim Solent cushion that separates this county island from Hampshire has left its clock turned back to less hurried times.

Dipping in and out of the Isle of Wight’s coastline, we couldn’t fail to notice the elaborate show of military might the Victorians had ringed the island with to shield their flagship Portsmouth naval base from the French. Standing atop Fort Victoria, guarding the narrow entrance to the western Solent, we could almost reach out and touch Henry VIII’s Hurst Castle and the Hurst Point Lighthouse positioned opposite on a mainland shingle spit.

A short stroll guided us to another coastal fortress at Yarmouth. Both these Tudor strongholds had been strengthened by the Victorians. We then looped around the Western Yar Estuary’s easy trail, as feathered friends feasted on the fine dining experience plated up by the exposed shimmering mudflats.

In contrast to the Yar’s wide-open estuarine basin, at the nearby Newtown National Nature Reserve its tidal inlet’s intricate network of creeks rapidly began to fill with water. Two stand up paddle boarders set out and a solitary swan appeared to purposefully swim out to them and serenely lead them towards the Solent.

Inland from Newtown’s wildlife haven, we parked at Calbourne Mill and tracked the stream into the village of Calbourne. It’s a ‘must-do’ island village famed for its photogenic row of stone and thatched cottages strung out along the enticingly named Winkle Street beside the Caul.

Its rival rural community at Godshill was close to our base at Wroxall’s Appuldurcombe Gardens Holiday Park. The village’s ample free parking area made it an ideal post-walk stop for us to sample its array of tea rooms. But, unlike Calbourne, Godshill is inundated with coach parties.

Nevertheless, its picture-postcard church and thatched cottage composition is a match for Winkle Street. Our tastebuds were also tickled one evening at Godshill’s Taverners inn, where I was drawn to the dining room’s chalkboard tabling a huge list of seasonal fruits and vegetables.

Coincidently, whilst staying on the Isle of Wight, we’d watched Matt Baker present BBC1’s Countryfile TV programme from the nation’s best-known holiday home overlooking the Solent at Osborne House.

Osborne House on the Isle of Wight

Exploring the interior of this royal bolthole, we were surprised by the simplicity of its private apartments. A couch bed placed in the middle of a smallish spartan bedroom was where Queen Victoria had passed away. At completely the other end of the scale, the iconic Indian-themed state banqueting hall – the Durbar Room – was overwhelmingly sumptuous.

Outside we admired the tiered terraces, decked with formal flower beds, statuary and fountains set against the warm peach exterior of this Italian Renaissance palazzo.

Following a path from the garden down to the family’s beach, a plain green beach hut on wheels with a cream veranda turned out to be her majesty’s modesty preserving bathing machine.

Perched on the steps below the veranda, scanning the Solent, I wondered if passing sailors had realised that Queen Victoria was taking a dip in her cossie!

The beach must have provided much free-range fun for the royal couple’s nine offspring, but Prince Albert also built them the ultimate Wendy house – a full-sized Alpine chalet, kitted out with scaled-down furniture and kitchen equipment. Designed to educate, as well as entertain, Albert motivated his children to play house; for instance, by preparing meals. He also paid the youngsters commercial rates in return for growing fruit and vegetables in their Swiss Cottage garden. It was all such an intriguing insight into the private lives of such a high-profile dynasty.

Ice cream in hand, we observed the busy comings and goings across the Solent from the remains of St Helens old church. The church teeters, literally, on the edge of east Wight’s shoreline. 

At the eastern end of the island’s chalk backbone we drove up onto the Bembridge and Culver Downs to soak up the scenery. As it was somewhat blustery, kite flyers appeared in peril of taking off, although the small aircraft at Bembridge airfield below us and the peregrine falcon hunting for nesting birds along Culver Cliff seemed comfortable with the conditions.

Some 200 years ago this cliff was England’s last known breeding place for the white-tailed eagle and a five-year programme to reintroduce these sea eagles – the UK’s largest bird of prey – is now underway.

More thatched charms greeted us in Shanklin, where we hooked up with the coastal footpath. Passing Luccombe’s clifftop cottages, well-tended gardens were festooned with the blue floral spikes of giant echiums, towering 10 feet tall or more.

Shanklin village

Between Luccombe and Bonchurch we immersed ourselves in an ancient landslip that suffered two further major landslides early in the nineteenth century. Densely-wooded and strewn with boulders, the undercliff had the feel of a rainforest-come-lost-world to it. Enchantingly atmospheric, yet somehow slightly forbidding, we were a tad relieved to escape its shady umbrella.

Pretty Bonchurch merged into Ventnor. At the island’s most southerly point, this seaside town’s microclimate, capable of supporting subtropical and exotic plants, was developed by the Victorians into a spa resort. Sitting waterside at The Spyglass Inn, polishing off a plate of scampi and chips, the town’s terraces towered above us like rows of seats in a theatre.

Very characterful, but the tightly packed contours of my Ordnance Survey map told me it was going to be a stiff climb out of Ventnor up to the island’s highest spot on St Boniface Down. The reward awaiting us along the top of the down was a lush, deep and steep-sided valley, which a resident herd of wild goats was making light work of.

Motoring along the former military south coast road we pulled into one of its handy vantage point car parks near Blackgang Chine. Here a gentle hill swept us up to another of the island’s loftiest heights at St Catherine’s Oratory. Whilst only an octagonal tower (that the locals call the Pepperpot) survives from the original medieval oratory, its long-range perspective of Tennyson Country is delightful.

At Brook Bay we’d almost come full circle around the Isle of Wight’s coastline. Here, the crumbling red sandstone cliffs gave way to the steeply rising white cliffs where Tennyson had wandered and declared the air “worth six pence a pint”.

We would, of course, drink to that (or its modern-day equivalent!). But we boot-clad admirers felt that, above Brook Bay, the tousled duvet of vibrant greens, awash with wildflowers on Mottistone Down, gave the Tennyson Down and Needles Headland a run for the Poet Laureate’s money.

Throughout our stay we’d kept our eyes peeled for the island’s modern-day celebrity residents. Not having spent much time tramping through woodland, we thought we were out of luck. But, on one last amble from our campsite, we suddenly saw the cheeky red face and tufty ears of a native red squirrel staring at us from behind a tree trunk. It was such a simple pleasure, yet a fleeting glimpse of this cute endangered creature was a perfect finale to our exploration of the Isle of Wight’s scenic highs and lows.

At times its roller coaster coastline and shapely downs had made us glow, but we had revelled in a ‘Wight’ good dose of Victorian nostalgia and ‘vitamin sea’!  

Useful travel information on the Isle of Wight


Order the official island guide to start planning your visit
visitisleofwight.co.uk

An odd place for a theme park
theneedles.co.uk

Not just a fort - find a planetarium, archaeology centre, model railways and reptilarium
fortvictoria.co.uk

Newtown National Nature Reserve and a town hall with no town
nationaltrust.org.uk

Properties include Yarmouth Castle, Osborne House and St Catherine's Oratory
english-heritage.org.uk

Shanklin regularly tops the charts for the number of sunshine hours
visitshanklin.co.uk

The journey to the Isle of Wight

From South Yorkshire, we drove via the M1/A43/M40/A34/M3/M27/M271 to Southampton ferry terminal. We spent several nights on the island in mid-May

The costs

Fuel average 28mpg: £108
Ferry Red Funnel, Southampton return to East Cowes: £201
Site fees: £277.10
Parking at Shanklin, St Helens and Brook Bay: £13
Attractions: Two adults at Osborne House: £37

Total costs: £636.10

 

 


 

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