Mandarin ducks seem to have taken to Buckfastleigh.
This pair were slowly floating up the river Mardle into the town centre.
I’m seeing these wonderfully exotic ducks a mere minute away from where I live (next to the very ‘unexotic’ Co op)
The light lit the pair of them up lovely.
He hopped on her back for a quickie.
Then they continued floating around the dipply dapply shallow stream.
A sunny Spring morning and 2 marvelous madarin ducks.
A little ‘Spot of Time’. To feel content and at peace in. Sublime.
Vid & Words: Ian Nisbet
How to start the new year? What about a 14 mile walk to and from Dartmoor.
The destination: Avon Dam
The car park at Shipley Bridge was choka.
Families of little kids having fresh air blown into their fuggy heads.
Every dog under the weak winter sun being walked and yapped off its lead.
The congestion on the path up was like Torquay town centre during the January Sales.
But I scarpered on up to the Dam anyway, regardless.
And was rewarded with this
A bit of pure peace and quiet.
With just the wind whistling through the grass, ruffling ripples on the water.
It was worth walking 6 hours for.
A positive purposeful way to start 2019.
Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet
I saw a seal in the swollen river Dart by Totnes weir this afternoon.
Cormorants were feeding (and resting up) too.
Must be rich fish pickings in the water fast torrenting down off the Moors.
I was ‘sealed’ in a bubble for an hour, absorbed in the flow.
Filming & Vid: Ian Nisbet.
Well it was this afternoon.
Down at little Ela Woods with the river Mardle babbling beatifically by.
At peace within dappled dimples of mildly mellows.
An ideal place this for a spot of wild camping next spring.
A billion birds will be all around.
Singing their happy heads off.
Making their magical morning music.
Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet
What beautiful summer evenings we’ve had this month.
I’m listening to the church bells being rung from the church on the top of the hill.
And along come a blackbird, a song thrush, a chaffinch, and several jackdaws to sweeten the harmony.
Vid: Ian Nisbet
Haze filmed Common Blue Damselflies in Tessier Garden this week.
Males mating and merging with the females.
So exquisitely intricate, fragile, delicate.
(although the dominant grip the males lock the females heads into looks fearsomely archaic)
The males then dance and dip the females into the pond to get them to release (oviposit) their eggs.
This has all been going on for millions and millions of years.
Filming: Haze Brown; Vid: Ian Nisbet
Laid out flat on our backs on a sunny Saturday afternoon in the middle of the Bight on Dawlish Warren, watching and filming skylarks.
This one obligingly stood on a stalk
And from about 50 feet away, let us film him singing
We pointed cameras up at the skylarks as they sang high above us, vainly attempting to follow them as they fell out the sky; but couldn’t get clear film of the exhiliration we were seeing.
We stuck at it all sunny afternoon long. Stayed still, stayed patient, as one after another of these skylarking skylarkers came flying and falling onto the scrubby buddleia bushes around where we lay.
Enthralling. Utterly delightful.
Skylarking: Hazel Brown & Ian Nisbet
Seen from the back garden last Saturday.
A sunset slice eradiating right across the near horizon from left to right.
The stand of conifers dusked up with early evening blusher.
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
My look at Haze looking out (from Maidencombe Beach)
I fade to oblivion
of turning tide
and born anew
Words: Ian Nisbet