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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.

Beautiful Demoiselles (on the river Dart)

Out for a walk down the river Dart yesterday afternoon. Shock! Horror! It actually felt like a summer day for a change (we’re not seeing enough sun, feeling enough heat this year down in Devon)

I wasn’t expected much.

But then I got everything I wanted.

Beautiful Demoiselles!

That’s the actual name of these damselflies: “Beautiful Demoiselles”

How lucky am I?! The afternoon was transformed.

I got into my zone of intent absorption looking for these ‘beauties’ with my camera.

First there was a bronze green female. Then a bigger blue black male fluttered up.
I was having to be patient, use stealth, to get close enough up to them to get good vid.

And meanwhile the steam train was tootle tootling back and forth.

And the buzzard was up there above hunting and swooping.

And a little herd of Red Devon cows descended into the water to drink a refreshing bellyful of river.

My mood moved out of neutral into slightly enthralled.

A bit of Thursday afternoon enchantment on the Dart river with the Beautiful Demoiselles.

Boodiful! (as they say down here)

Vid & Words: Ian Nisbet

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.

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