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River Dart Enchantment

A few pictures from yesterdays ‘enchantment’ on the Dart river.

I was too intent on looking for Beautiful Demoiselles to have much time or attention for anything else.

I noticed the Red Devons in the river but only got to them as they were coming out. But one obliging chap stayed in

Drinking the Dart 2

He stood in the water for well over 10 minutes obviously enjoying the river cooling him down (not that it was a particularly sweltering day)

And now he’s having another drink of river Dart sparkling champagne.

Drinking the Dart

I was seeing quite a few butterflies flitting about but felt I had to keep my attention focused on finding those Demoiselles

Here’s a fairly common butterfly (but new, and therefore uncommon, to me)

Gatekeeper Aug 2017

That’s called a ‘Gatekeeper’. He seemed to be guarding those flowers there (help! what are they called Haze?!)

I could hear a buzzards high pitched keening call from above but he was too high and too far away for me to get a clear image of.

But I could get decent (or indecently) close pics of these Demoiselles. This is the male (far more beautiful than the plainer female)

Beautiful Demioselle male 2

These Beautiful Demoiselles have made my summer they have.

Well, so far. Until some other marvel magics the moment I happen to be sauntering into next.

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.

To The Hackney Marshes

Out for an amble in Newton Abbot this Saturday afternoon.

Setting off from the Passage House Inn in a westerly direction.
The river Teign has narrowed into various tiny tributaries and small streams.

And here we’ve come, quite unexpectedly, upon The Hackney Marshes.
Sounds like something out of a Victorian crime novel.

Lots of tall reed and murky marsh to find soggy life (or death) in.

Further on is thick hedgerow teeming with bird.

We walk along the back end of the racecourse towards Newton Abbot Quay.
Incredibly, I’ve only just recently found out that Newton Abbot has a quay.
It’s not much of a quay admittedly. But you could possibly sail a small boat up from the sea on an incoming tide.

We’ve gobbled our banana cheesecake next to the long overhang bridge.
Just a few yards away these rabbits are gobbling away too.

Rabbits on Teign Estuary

A slow saunter back with our nosey noticing eyes switched full on.
A white bottomed bee has fallen onto the path exhausted. So we help him onto the grass verge out of harms way.
This comma butterfly was having an afternoon nap too.

Comma June 24th 2017

We’ve daydreamed our way on. Here’s the Hackney Marshes again.
But we’ve gone a bit lost.
Never mind. All adds to the intrigue.

If you want to feel like a dubious character (preferably in a Victorian crime novel), get yourself lost in the Hackney Marshes for a bit.
Wear a top hat. Adorn a cape.
Mutter indecipherable conundrums to yourself.

Carry a shotgun.

Strange Sightings No 1

Elberry Cove June 2017

What is this strange lady up to?
Where on earth is she?

Has she been deposited onto a load of gravelly shingle in error?
Has she become totally inert by choice or as a result of peculiar circumstance?

Is she prone to lapses in cognitive functioning?
Will she be able to ever get up and walk again?

Is she auditioning for a lie-down part in a Samuel Beckett play?

Has she fallen to earth from the Planet Blog?
Is she still breathing?

Is she, er, enjoying herself?

Answers on a postcard to:
The Strange Sightings Project,
Elberry Cove,
Avoiding the Jetski’s
Near to the Mermaids

Spots of Time No 2 (of the rainy kind)

spotty-umbrella-edit

Would there being anything in Tessier Garden this rainy Saturday afternoon to observe and write down in our little notebooks? Well there were the spots in that umbrella……

“You hold it!”
“No, I’ll hold it !”
“Getting wet !!”
“Can’t see a thing!”

The kind of rain
That wets you through.
The wind that drives these drops.
The kind of rain…….
Is the rain kind?

A wet bench with wet
Trees dripping huge drops.
“I’m wet! ”
“I’ll hold it !”
“No I’ll hold it !”
“Let’s get under it …TOGETHER!”
The rain… Is kind!.

Picture & Poem: Hazel Brown