Once you're up here, it's pretty much a plateau with some small up-and-downs as you walk south. As you get closer towards the trails coming in from Shea Heights, there are signs of people on mountain bikes using the trail, which I thought was frowned upon by the East Coast Trail people but oh well, I suppose they can't police the paths. Anyway, by this time, the frost had melted off and while it was hardly warm, it was an extremely pleasant day. There is a spot along this part of the trail where Freshwater Bay (and it's barachois) are visible. See photo....

So, after perhaps double the time it should have taken and covered in various forms of dirt and moss, I emerged onto the path that goes to Coadys Mine, which is a little beyond the regular ECT path (I knew this and hoped to arrive at it). I brushed off the worst of the dirt and headed for the barchois. This photo shows the kind of terrain I was coming down. It's taken from the barachois, looking north. I was fighting my way down through those trees on the left.

As I said, my intention was to continue over the bay to Small Point but the problem with this is that that barachois does not go right across and has an opening for a stream to flow into the sea. At this time, it was after a lot of heavy rain and the water flowing over the gap was a little fast. However, I'd walked all this way and didn't want to be turned back this easy. Therefore, I donned my gaiters, took a firm hold of my hiking poles (which I'd taken specifically for this reason) and started wading. It was surprising how quickly my feet got wet. Anyway, I didn't get more than a third of the way across before my nerves got the better of me and I chickened out. Maybe a younger version of myself would have gone further but the thought of being washed into the sea did not appeal to me at the time.
So, I retreated and met a follow hiker just coming onto the barachois. He probably thought I was an idiot for trying to cross it and this was most likely confirmed when I said I was going to head further upstream to attempt a crossing there. I said farewell to him and experienced another failure. Well, I didn't even try to cross again as the water was simply too high to get across.
Given this turn of events, I went back the way I came. Of course, this didn't include the trek up through the trees as I actually used the path this time. With damp feet and a slight feeling of defeat I hightailed it back to the car, meeting people going the other direction along the way. What happened to getting up early for a hike? It must have been all those Moray Mountaineering trips when we had to get the bus at 4:00 in the morning.
Just to finish off this entry, here's a picture of Signal Hill, showing the trail that runs along the side of the hill in the narrows.

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