A slow walk to the Dart river.
Yet more notices about picking up poo
(I presume this isn’t a Phantom Poo Person on the loose, but the usual dog doo dah bollocks)
Somebody had been out picking up, not Poo – Plastic.
A ceremonial pile of plastic laid out right next to the river Dart.
Plus a couple of glass bottles, some tin cans, a trainer, and other sundry detritus.
Maybe a nice person picking up plastic but without a plastic bag to bin it with.
Or an angry person making a point of drawing attention to how much plastic gets carelessly thrown around perhaps?
It drew my attention. So I took those pictures. To post on the blog.
(Unfortunately I hadn’t got anything on hand to bin this plastic heap of crap either)
Everywhere around on this Easter Bank Holiday Monday was as inert, as dead, as that plastic pile of poo.
But nothing inert about the river Dart today.
Positively bouncing and bubbling along with unstoppable energy, necessary life.
A walk up Sharpham drive this afternoon.
Hoping to spot starlings murmurating above the river reed beds.
Instead I got a flock of bumping, butting, bouncing sheep.
And a laid back muching cow.
Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet
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.
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