Month: July 2017

Teignmouth Morning Earlies

Over to Teignmouth early this Saturday morning (before the heavy rain was supposed to be sheeting in)

A very big blowy deckchair with the pier poking across from the left (and Haze contemplating jumping in for another ‘wild paddle’ – not!)

Teignmouth deckchair

A methodical beachcomber scavenging the sands with his metal detector

Teignmouth beachcomber

In the picture below is far too much physical exercise going on. It’s 8 o’clock in the morning – stop it! They were getting body-ready for the Cornish Gig boat racing that appeared to be happening.

Teignmouth Keep Fit

The harbour on the estuary side is a pretty messy, or a messy pretty, shamble of jumble.

This seagull came hurtling in looking for a loo. Or possibly a chip.

Teignmouth Boats

I can’t help but like Teignmouth. It’s a hotchpotch splotch of a place.

Jackdaws settling for bed

Jackdaws are back. Been back a few weeks now.
At least 200. Maybe 300.

Around 40 sit in the silver birch, getting themselves settled for bed.
Not wanting to go to bed too soon.
Waiting. Preening. Sitting and waiting. Cleaning. Chattering.

I was waiting too. For them all to take off, in a big flyover flock off around the town.

But that didn’t happen tonight.
They peeled off the birch in ones and twos.
To rocket into their roost.
The car park behind us is where they sleep.
All 200/300 of them.
Barely a stones throw from my bedroom window.

Not that I would throw a stone at them of course.
(when they wake me up at the crack of dawn)

Vid & Words: Ian Nisbet


Anstey’s Cove

Only 10 mins down the road by car.
Deckchairs and sunloungers for hire overlook the cosy cove.
A cafe being busy.

We’ve clambered down to Redgate beach.
Paddle boarders are slow brushing the sea flat.
And here come kayakers twintubbing in tandem.
Jarring jet skis are, thankfully, ripping the seas skin off far enough away.

The tide gently waves its way towards our laps.
A chance to dip in some toesies.
The water is warm, clear, and calm.
We can inch further in up to our ankles, our knees, the tops of our legs.
Might sit down in this nice sea and splash about with arms next time.

Got to go clamber climb those jagged rocks again.
Haze has quick scarpered up to the top.
(Like one of them Blonde Babbacombian Mountain Goats)

There’s cones of cool ice cream waiting for us in that cafe.

Vid & Words: Ian Nisbet