Today we pootled- not poodled, you understand; Sherlock forbade me from using that particular ‘P’ 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.”
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”
The Sherlock Stroller.
Up with the lark today- well, the sparrows and pigeons anyway. An unexpected but welcome early walk by the river. A double blessing as I am not subjected to the infernal heat of the day but also am rewarded with extra sofa “down time.” Paused on the bridge to watch some spotty trout meander acrossContinue reading “The Sherlock Stroller.”
The Inglorious Sixteenth.
The lake water is as tepid as a cup of tea that has been left to stew. A cacophony of birdsong fills the air, a chorus of excitement and expectation. The air is heavy with the heady smell of spicy hempseed and the strawberry flavoured sweetcorn that has stained your fingers blood red. The oddContinue reading “The Inglorious Sixteenth.”
149 to go!
Today’s frosty riverside ramble produced a new world record. A pleasant forty minute winter walk actually took two hours. Not that I am complaining. For whilst Sherlock inspects and pee’s on every single molehill; I am able to watch the wildlife and immerse myself in it’s splendour. To quote Claude Monet (some bloke who couldContinue reading “149 to go!”
Another Year
2021. A year that began with a perfect sunrise family swim at Sidmouth. Dancing on frosty stones to warm up; complete with an audience of well wrapped onlookers and “caterwauling” gulls. A dawn full of promise and positivity after the debacle of 2020. Invigorated. Life is good The year ended with a walk under aContinue reading “Another Year”
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