Today we pootled- not poodled, you understand; Sherlock forbade me from using that particular āPā word many moons ago. Above us were numerous sand martins and swallows catapulting themselves across a back cloth of cobalt blue. September splendour. Slowly we sauntered the well worn path. There is no rush. Sherlock has much to investigate andContinue reading “Cobalt”
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The Watcher.
There was a gap in the cold grey sky, a sheet of blue optimsm towered above us as Sherlock and I chanced our arms (and legs) and set off for head weir on the River Otter. We squelched along by the mill stream and up through the woods to the sound of a brimfull riverContinue reading “The Watcher.”
Squelch.
Today Sherlock tiptoed on posh paws whilst I squelched through the mud. Together we embraced the welcome sunshine and blue sky with equal pleasure. Hell, he even chased after a stick that I threw for him. Perched at the top of a barren ash tree a song thrush was in full voice. He went throughContinue reading “Squelch.”
Marble Run.
Sherlock and I headed for the woods today. Crossing the mill leat we could hear the river Otter thundering over the weir after last nights heavy rain. We paused at the weir to watch the tumbling water; coloured alluvium grey whilst in the margins a cappuccino coloured froth bobbed along with the flotsam. Our nostrilsContinue reading “Marble Run.”
Summer Song
Fairies
Emerging from the cool riverside woodland Sherlock and I step into a pool of sunlight; so bright that even armed with a cap and sunglasses it makes my eyes water. We are greeted with a fanfare from a lone wren and a fly past from a pair of speckled wood butterflies. Ambling down this pathway,Continue reading “Fairies”
3:27 am.
He had no idea what had woken him. But now awake he needed to pee. He shuffled to the bathroom; hands outstretched before him like he was playing a game of blindman’s bluff. He now stood in a world of grey that was neither night nor day. A monochrome scene. All objects reduced to aContinue reading “3:27 am.”
Restocked
http://www.instagram.com/reel/CkgoZLSIhRX/ Finally restocked at the Antique Village. Books by BB, Richard Walker, Hugh Falkus J R Hartley š. Rods by Allcocks, Milbro Reels by Mitchell. Barbour waders. Ltd edition prints by Paul Doyle, John Dalton and Mick Cawston Come on down
Simon Harlond 