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.
Climbing up beneath arches of ash, hazel and oak, aware of the narrow stony, stumbling rise through the the wood.
A holloway of tangled bracken, bramble, hung with an over abundance of old man’s beard. Ivy too, climbed, clung in dark green garlands, twisting its knotted tendrils in a bid to strangle the tightly growing tall trees.
No birds sing.
No breeze stirs the humid August air.
Through a breathable mesh of broken twigs, is a glimpse of the sea!
Caught in perpetual frantic movement the glittering waves dance beneath.
The startling morning sunlight.
On we climb, the path twists and turns blinking in dark and light, until leaving the dark holloway.
To reach a clearing.
Where the widening sky and horizon meet.
And still no birds sing.
Words & Illustration: Hazel Brown
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
Off this sunny Sunday afternoon to give the new Lumix DMC40 a try out.
Waiting by the Dart river to see if Beautiful Demoiselles might still be around.
And then dropped down this Red Darter dragonfly.
Right in front of where I stood, only 4 feet away.
Having a mini break from dizzy darting about.
In a headspin she was. Chewing a fly.
I bent down to get near but she shot up in the air scraping past the top of my head.
I waited around for a while to see if she’d come back.
But she didn’t.
Had to content myself instead with wagtails bouncing about on the far bank.
And being dipped in delicious by the lovely sunny river.
A walk to Ela Woods this afternoon.
Six stoical horses bunched up against the fence seeking shade from sun and biting flies.
Stood there static, lethargic, morose.
Having to take it, bear it, endure it.
But having me around poking my camera up their nostrils seemed to cheer them up a bit.
Words, Walk, & Vid: Ian Nisbet
Beautiful demoiselle ladies near to the river Dart.
Waiting for their even beautifuler beautiful demoiselle lads.
(nowhere to be seen)
Vid: Ian Nisbet
Not just one linnet. But 2 linnets. On Dawlish Warren.
Ivor Cutlers girlfriend Phyllis King wrote a little poem about a linnet.
Sky fragile as ancient porcelain
Slender a pale bird on a bramble
Still as evening air
A linnet I breathe
Knowing only the sparrow by sight
What bird so perfect
Could have another name?
(From the Ivor Cutler album- Jammy Smears)
We made a little vid about this Linnet poem on our other blog 3 years ago.
Vid: Ian Nisbet