I am camping tonight and will spend the night in the rain anyway, so getting wet is not a problem. The coastal path can be difficult to walk at the best of times; in gale force winds it is positively dangerous. The large rucksack on my back is a magnet for the high winds and when it catches you unexpectedly there is no time to steady yourself or catch your centre of balance when it is moved. Even walking at the side of the road was dangerous because I kept expecting to blown in to the middle of it. Walking on my own on the seawall in this kind of weather would be madness. While I might have attempted it if there had been someone else with me who would be able to phone in the event of an emergency, on my own it is a no-goer. Blown in to a wild sea with a large pack and walking boots on is not how I see my end. Nothing left but my multi-coloured 'puffin toorie' floating on the top of the water!
After waiting for a couple of hours to see if it would blow over, which it didn't, I decided to take local transport to my planned destination and pick up this particular walk at a later date. Even then it was not straightforward! Walking to the railway station in good time to catch a local train, I waited for nearly three hours while they cleared fallen trees off the lines. In the end I managed to catch a train to Swalecliff station, from where I walked a few miles out to my campsite at Studd Hill. For the walk from the station to the campsite the rain went off but when I arrived at the pitching field it was to see a number of tents a couple of tent pegs away from taking flight. I was fortunate to find a pitch up snug against some hedgerow because the wind strengthened even further as the day went on and by night was heavy gale force. Cooking up dinner in the porch of my tent I settled for myself that I was not going anywhere else that day or night and curled up in the sleeping bag with my Kindle for company and let the elements thunder to their hearts' content.